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The Scholars

"Oh, show me how a rose can shut and be a bud again!"
Nay, watch my Lords of the Admiralty, for they have the work in train.
They have taken the men that were careless lads at Dartmouth in 'Fourteen
And entered them at the landward schools as though no war had been.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Colder The Air

We must admire her perfect aim,
this huntress of the winter air
whose level weapon needs no sight,
if it were not that everywhere
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Elizabeth Bishop
The Great Hunger

I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
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Patrick Kavanagh
A Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
There Is A Word

8

There is a word
Which bears a sword
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Epic Of The Lion

A Lion in his jaws caught up a child--
Not harming it--and to the woodland, wild
With secret streams and lairs, bore off his prey--
The beast, as one might cull a bud in May.
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Victor Marie Hugo
Aylmer's Field

Dust are our frames; and gilded dust, our pride
Looks only for a moment whole and sound;
Like that long-buried body of the king,
Found lying with his urns and ornaments,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Hypocrisy : A Short And Inspirational Poem.

Deep beneath your trust's crust are casts you never knew existed.
Casts you thought were your outmost allies turned out to be your inmost foes.
Casts you thought were a making of a part of you were really a destruction of a whole of you.
Our minds know of the inevitable circumstances but our hearts always thinks of a way against it.
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Tass Riley

Tass Riley
Fed Up

I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
But riding round the 'ole day long as target for a Krupp,
A-drawing fire from Koppies -- well, I'm fair fed up.
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Banjo Paterson
The Irreparable

Can we stifle the old, long-lived Remorse,
that lives, writhes, heaves,
feeds on us, like a worm on a corpse,
like oak-gall on the oak-trees?
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Guitar-la Guitarra

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca
Homer's Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book Iii

Now Front to Front the marching Armies shine,
Halt e'er they meet, and form the length'ning Line,
The Chiefs conspicuous seen, and heard afar,
Give the loud Sign to loose the rushing War;
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
On The Doorstep

The rain imprinted the step's wet shine
With target-circles that quivered and crossed
As I was leaving this porch of mine;
When from within there swelled and paused
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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
The Domineering Eagle And The Inventive Bratling

O'er a small suburban borough
Once an eagle used to fly,
Making observations thorough
From his station in the sky,
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Guy Wetmore Carryl
St Peter's Denial

What, then, has God to say of cursing heresies,
Which rise up like a flood at precious angels' feet?
A self-indulgent tyrant, stuffed with wine and meat,
He sleeps to soothing sounds of monstrous blasphemies.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Clock

The Clock! a sinister, impassive god
Whose threatening finger says to us: 'Remember!
Soon in your anguished heart, as in a target,
Quivering shafts of Grief will plant themselves;
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Death Of Artists

How many times must I jingle my little bells
And kiss your ugly forehead, shabby substitute?
How many, 0 my quiver, spears and bolts to lose
Trying to hit the target, nature's mystic self?
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. - The Island

I.
At morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing,
'T is morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
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Walter Scott (sir)
Rokeby: Canto Vi.

I.
The summer sun, whose early power
Was wont to gild Matilda's bower,
And rouse her with his matin ray
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Walter Scott (sir)
Mackrimmon's Lament

MacLeod's wizard flag from the grey castle sallies,
The rowers are seated, unmoor'd are the galleys;
Gleam war-axe and broadsword, clang target and quiver,
As Mackrimmon sings, "Farewell to Dunvegan for ever!
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Walter Scott (sir)
Glenfinlas; Or, Lord Ronald's Coronach

"O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!"
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!"
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Walter Scott (sir)
Bonny Dundee

To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke.
'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
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Walter Scott (sir)
Featherstonhaugh

Brookong station lay half-asleep
Dozed in the waning western glare
('Twas before the run had stocked with sheep
And only cattle depastured there)
.....

Barcroft Boake
A Bushman's Love - A Fragment

You say we bushmen cannot love,
Our lives are too prosaic: hence
We lose or lack that finer sense
That raises some few men above
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Barcroft Boake
Jack Corrigan

"It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the bar,
And kindly mention what you're going to take;
I don't feel extra thirsty, so I'll sample that "three-star",
Now, lad! come, look alive, for goodness sake."
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Barcroft Boake
Fed Up

I ain't a timid man at all, I'm just as brave as most,
I'll take my chance in open fight and die beside my post;
But riding round the 'ole day long as target for a Krupp,
A-drawing fire from Koppies, well, I'm fair fed up.
.....

Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
The Pibroch's Note

The pibroch's note, discountenanced or mute;
The Roman kilt, degraded to a toy
Of quaint apparel for a half-spoilt boy;
The target mouldering like ungathered fruit;
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
.....

Robert Lee Frost
A Soldier

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it ploughed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
.....

Robert Lee Frost
Jack Corrigan

"It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and
breast the bar,
And kindly mention what you're going to take;
I don't feel extra thirsty, so I'll sample that
.....

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 04

One had lost his heart and bidden farewell to his life because the target which he aimed at was in a dangerous locality, portending destruction and no chance promising a morsel easily coming to the palate nor a bird falling into the trap.

When thy sweetheartâ??s eye has no regard for gold
Mud and gold are of equal value to thee.
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Saadi Shirazi
Study For A Soul

the colors have begun to form
silvergray with cramoisy and gold
into an arrow carved by storm
beyond the fear of new and old
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Harry Crosby
Bonny Dundee

To the Lords of Convention â??twas Claverâ??se who spoke.
â??Ere the Kingâ??s crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.
.....
Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - Part 07

LXXXV

'Or else my tender bosom opened wide,
And heart though pierced with his cruel blade,
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Torquato Tasso
The Toad

O who shall tell us of the truth of things?
The day was ending blood--red in the West
After a storm. The sun had smelted down
As in a furnace all the clouds to gold.
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Featherstonhaugh

Brookong station lay half-asleep
Dozed in the waning western glare
('Twas before the run had stocked with sheep
And only cattle depastured there)
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Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Quatrains To The Sun

I
A sunfort flourished in my sunless heart
Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower apart
The sunbirds of my lady's eyes were caged
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Harry Crosby
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - Part 01

THE ARGUMENT.
The camp at great Jerusalem arrives:
Clorinda gives them battle, in the breast
Of fair Erminia Tancred's love revives,
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Torquato Tasso
Glenfinlas; Or, Lord Ronald's Coronach

'O hone a rie'! O hone a rie!'
The pride of Albin's line is o'er,
And fall'n Glenartney's stateliest tree;
We ne'er shall see Lord Ronald more!' -
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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
There Is A Word

8

There is a word
Which bears a sword
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Raschi In Prague

Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
From his wide wanderings under many skies,
To all the synagogues of the Orient,
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
Poem (old Man In The Crystal Morning After Snow)

Old man in the crystal morning after snow,
Your throat swathed in a muffler, your bent
Figure building the snow man which is meant
For the grandchild's target,
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
Poem (remember Midsummer: The Fragrance Of Box)

Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white
roses
And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch
Three snails hanging with infinite delicacy
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Delmore Schwartz

Delmore Schwartz
The Trumpet-vine Arbour

The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open,
And the clangour of brass beats against the hot sunlight.
They bray and blare at the burning sky.
Red! Red! Coarse notes of red,
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
Three Flower Petals

When saw I yesterday walking apart
In a leafy place where the cattle wait?
Something to keep for a charm in my heart-
A little sweet girl in a garden gate.
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Archibald Lampman
San Simeon Hill Zebras

Drifters, if they could be.
Sometimes, when they think
no one is watching,
they near the barbed wire.
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C.j. Sage
Homer\'s Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book Ii

When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds,
Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds,
Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast,
And thus, the Council fill'd with Rage, addrest.
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Thomas Parnell

Thomas Parnell
Tell As A Marksman'were Forgotten

1152

Tell as a Marksman-were forgotten
Tell-this Day endures
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Sic Semper Liberatoribus!

March 13, 1881.


As one who feels the breathless nightmare grip
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus