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The Naughty Day

I've had a naughty day to-day.
I scrunched a biscuit in my hair,
And dipped my feeder in the milk,
And spread my rusk upon a chair.
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Fay Inchfawn
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
As I Walked Through London

As I walked through London,
The fresh wound burning in my breast,
As I walked through London,
Longing to have forgotten, to harden my heart, and to rest,
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Odyssey: Book 20

Ulysses slept in the cloister upon an undressed bullock's hide, on
the top of which he threw several skins of the sheep the suitors had
eaten, and Eurynome threw a cloak over him after he had laid himself
down. There, then, Ulysses lay wakefully brooding upon the way in
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Homer
Unrequited

Parachuting
down through clouds
shaped like whales & sharks,
dolphins & penguins,
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Erica Jong
Sonnet

The stars come out; the fragrant shadows fall
About a dreaming garden still and sweet,
I hear the unseen bats above me bleat
Among the ghostly moths their hunting call,
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C. S. Lewis

C. S. Lewis
The Race

On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Captain Craig Ii

Yet that ride had an end, as all rides have;
And the days coming after took the road
That all days take,-though never one of them
Went by but I got some good thought of it
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Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson
Sunrise

Foul times there are when nations spiritless
Throw honour away
For tinsel glory, to base happiness
A mournful prey.
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Victor Marie Hugo
Spring

How many sticky buds, candle ends
sprout from the branches! Steaming
April. Puberty sweats from the park,
and the forestâ??s blatantly gleaming.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
Lamia

Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
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John Keats

John Keats
Mirls

The stars are steady abune;
I' the water they flichter and flee;
But, steady aye, luikin doon
They ken theirsels i' the sea.
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
A Manchester Poem

'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.
The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on fold
The chimneyed city; and the smoke is caught,
And spreads diluted in the cloud, and sinks,
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Iliad: Book 18

Thus then did they fight as it were a flaming fire. Meanwhile the
fleet runner Antilochus, who had been sent as messenger, reached
Achilles, and found him sitting by his tall ships and boding that
which was indeed too surely true. “Alas,” said he to himself in the
.....

Homer
The Ballad Of The Northern Lights

One of the Down and Out-that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
Stare and shrink-say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire.
Look at my face, it's crimped and gouged-one of them death-mask things;
Don't seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings?
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Pauline Part I

To the memory of my devoted wife dead and gone yet always with me I dedicate

PAULINE

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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Saint Maura: A.d. 304

Thank God! Those gazers' eyes are gone at last!
The guards are crouching underneath the rock;
The lights are fading in the town below,
Around the cottage which this morn was ours.
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Charles Kingsley

Charles Kingsley
Romsdal

Come up on deck! The morning is clear,-
Memory wakes, as the landmarks appear.
How many the islands, green and cheery,
The salt-licking skerries, weed-wound, smeary!
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Bight

At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches.
Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
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Elizabeth Bishop
A Saint About To Fall

A saint about to fall,
The stained flats of heaven hit and razed
To the kissed kite hems of his shawl,
On the last street wave praised
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Dylan Thomas
How Soon The Servant Sun

How soon the servant sun,
(Sir morrow mark),
Can time unriddle, and the cupboard stone,
(Fog has a bone
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Dylan Thomas
The Spirit Of A Sponge

I dreamed one night that Stephen Massett died,
And for admission up at Heaven applied.
'Who are you?' asked St. Peter. Massett said:
'Jeems Pipes, of Pipesville.' Peter bowed his head,
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Ambrose Bierce
To-----

Between two common days this day was hung
When Love went to the ending that was his;
His seamless robe was rent, his bow was wrong,
He took at last the sponge's bitter kiss.
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Muriel Stuart
The Adirondacs

A JOURNAL.
DEDICATED TO MY FELLOW-TRAVELLERS IN AUGUST, 1858.


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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
To A Downfallen Rose

When I laid aside the verses of Mimnermus,
I lived a life of canned heat and raw hands,
alone, not far from my body did I wander,
walked with a hope of a sudden dreamy forest of gold.
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Gregory Corso
The Absinthe Drinkers

He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix,
The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every day.
He's sitting with his Pernod on his customary chair;
He's staring at the passers with his customary stare.
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Robert William Service
Mammy

I often wonder how
Life clicks because
They don't make women now
Like Mammy was.
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Robert William Service
Fogarty's Gin

A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,
And a message: â??Come out to the back of the runâ??
Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!
Ride hard and fail not! there's the devil to pay:
.....

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
In Hospital

I
Nothing of itself is in the still'd mind, only
A still submission to each exterior image,
Still as a pool, accepting trees and sky,
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Land Of Candy

There was once a little boy -
So my father told me - who
Never cared for any toy,
But just sweet things, as boys do,
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Fogarty's Gin

A sweat-dripping horse and a half-naked myall,
And a message: 'Come out to the back of the run
Be out at the stake-yards by rising of sun!
Ride hard and fail not! there's the devil to pay:
.....

Barcroft Boake
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale - Unfinished.

I.

In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
There stood, or hover'd, tremulous in the air,
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John Keats

John Keats
Ex Fumo Dare Lucem - 'twixt The Cup And The Lip

Prologue

Calm and clear! the bright day is declining,
The crystal expanse of the bay,
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Imperante Augusto Natus Est--

What it was struck the terror into me?
This, Publius: closer! while we wait our turn
I'll tell you. Water's warm (they ring inside)
At the eighth hour, till when no use to bathe.
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Pippa Passes: Part Ii: Noon

Scene. Over Orcana. The house of Jules, who crosses its threshold with Phene: she is silent, on which Jules begins


Do not die, Phene! I am yours now, you
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Aurora Leigh: Book Fourth

They met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence
That Lucy Gresham, the sick sempstress girl,
Who sewed by Marian's chair so still and quick,
And leant her head upon its back to cough
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Candidate.

Enough of Actors--let them play the player,
And, free from censure, fret, sweat, strut, and stare;
Garrick[1] abroad, what motives can engage
To waste one couplet on a barren stage?
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Charles Churchill
The Ballad Of The Northern Lights

One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
Stare and shrink--say! you wouldn't think that I was a millionaire.
Look at my face, it's crimped and gouged--one of them death-mask things;
Don't seem the sort of man, do I, as might be the pal of kings?
.....

Robert William Service
M'sieu Smit

THE ADVENTURES OF AN ENGLISHMAN IN THE CANADIAN WOODS.


Wan morning de walkim boss say 'Damase,
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William Henry Drummond
Sponge Gourd Has

sponge gourd has bloomed
choked by phlegm
a departed soul

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Masaoka Shiki
The Travail Of Passion

When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the way
Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,
.....
William Butler Yeats

William Butler Yeats
Mammy

I often wonder how
Life clicks because
They don't make women now
Like Mammy was.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Absinthe Drinkers

He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix,
The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every day.
He's sitting with his Pernod on his customary chair;
He's staring at the passers with his customary stare.
.....
Robert Service

Robert Service
Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book

Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
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John Milton

John Milton
The Ballad Of Reading Gaol

In memoriam
C. T. W.
Sometime trooper of the Royal Horse Guards
obiit H.M. prison, Reading, Berkshire
.....
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 02 ' February.

1.

I to myself have neither power nor worth,
Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Captain's Story

“Well, comrades, let us fight one battle more;
Let the cock crow-we'll guard the camp till morn.
And-since the singers and the merry ones
Are hors de combat-fill the cups again;
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Off Rough Point

We sat at twilight nigh the sea,
The fog hung gray and weird.
Through the thick film uncannily
The broken moon appeared.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Son, Thou Must Love Me! See' My Saviour Said

“Son, thou must love me! See-” my Saviour said,
“My heart that glows and bleeds, my wounded side,
My hurt feet that the Magdalene, wet-eyed,
Clasps kneeling, and my tortured arms outspread
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine