WEDNESDAY POEMS
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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
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
I Never Felt At Home'below
413
I never felt at Home-Below--
And in the Handsome Skies
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Emily Dickinson
413
I never felt at Home-Below--
And in the Handsome Skies
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Emily Dickinson
Mary
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door
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Edgar Bowers
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian
Since she first knew and had to go away
From home that spring to have her child with strangers,
Sustained her, till the vanished boy next door
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Edgar Bowers
The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair
The man who discovered the use of a chair,
_Odds--bobs--
What a wonderful man!_
He used to sit down on it, tearing his hair,
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Alfred Noyes
The man who discovered the use of a chair,
_Odds--bobs--
What a wonderful man!_
He used to sit down on it, tearing his hair,
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Alfred Noyes
Seal Yourself Away From Me
We were in a gargantuan cathedral
When it was time
To say Christ's Peace
You took my hand in yours
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
We were in a gargantuan cathedral
When it was time
To say Christ's Peace
You took my hand in yours
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Rose Marie Juan Austin
Thursday
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday-
So much is true.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
And if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday-
So much is true.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Lord Roehampton
During a late election Lord
Roehampton strained a vocal chord
From shouting, very loud and high,
To lots and lots of people why
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Hilaire Belloc
During a late election Lord
Roehampton strained a vocal chord
From shouting, very loud and high,
To lots and lots of people why
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Hilaire Belloc
Memorabilia Of Last Week
Monday, March 13, 1826
The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing,
For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it; --
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Thomas Moore
Monday, March 13, 1826
The Budget - quite charming and witty - no hearing,
For plaudits and laughs, the good things that were in it; --
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Thomas Moore
Old Town Types No. 5 - Mr Mead The Printer
'Mr Mead, the printer' - so the townsfolk called him;
But never in his presence since his reign began;
Such a plain, plebeian title would most surely have appalled him
Felix Mead, Esquire, the literary man.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'Mr Mead, the printer' - so the townsfolk called him;
But never in his presence since his reign began;
Such a plain, plebeian title would most surely have appalled him
Felix Mead, Esquire, the literary man.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Dew'is The Freshet In The Grass'
1097
Dew-is the Freshet in the Grass-
'Tis many a tiny Mill
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Emily Dickinson
1097
Dew-is the Freshet in the Grass-
'Tis many a tiny Mill
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Emily Dickinson
Wednesday
Half-way unto the end-the week's high noon.
The morning hours do speed away so soon!
And, when the noon is reached, however bright,
Instinctively we look toward the night.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Half-way unto the end-the week's high noon.
The morning hours do speed away so soon!
And, when the noon is reached, however bright,
Instinctively we look toward the night.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ash Wednesday
When thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face;
that thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father
which is in secret. St. Matthew vi. 17, 18.
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John Keble
When thou fastest, anoint thine head, and wash thy face;
that thou appear not unto men to fast, but unto thy Father
which is in secret. St. Matthew vi. 17, 18.
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John Keble
Wednesday Before Easter
Saying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me;
nevertheless not My will, but Thine, be done. St. Luke xxii. 42.
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John Keble
Saying, Father, if Thou be willing, remove this cup from Me;
nevertheless not My will, but Thine, be done. St. Luke xxii. 42.
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John Keble
Summer Nights
The factory siren tells workers time to go home
tells them the evening has begun.
When living with the tall man
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Deborah Ager
The factory siren tells workers time to go home
tells them the evening has begun.
When living with the tall man
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Deborah Ager
Jesse James
Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He robbed the Glendale train.
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He-d a hand and a heart and a brain.
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Anonymous Americas
Jesse James was a lad who killed many a man.
He robbed the Glendale train.
He stole from the rich and he gave to the poor,
He-d a hand and a heart and a brain.
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Anonymous Americas
Hooray Say The Roses
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
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Charles Bukowski
hooray say the roses, today is blamesday
and we are red as blood.
hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday
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Charles Bukowski
When You Have Forgotten Sunday: The Love Story
â??And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sundayâ??
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
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Gwendolyn Brooks
â??And when you have forgotten the bright bedclothes on a Wednesday and a Saturday,
And most especially when you have forgotten Sundayâ??
When you have forgotten Sunday halves in bed,
Or me sitting on the front-room radiator in the limping afternoon
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Gwendolyn Brooks
A Week
On Monday night I closed my door,
And thought you were not as heretofore,
And little cared if we met no more.
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Thomas Hardy
On Monday night I closed my door,
And thought you were not as heretofore,
And little cared if we met no more.
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Thomas Hardy
I Never Felt At Home-below
413
I never felt at Homeâ??Belowâ??-
And in the Handsome Skies
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Emily Dickinson
413
I never felt at Homeâ??Belowâ??-
And in the Handsome Skies
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Emily Dickinson
Wednesday, The Tête à Tête
DANCINDA.
"NO, fair DANCINDA, no; you strive in vain
"To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
DANCINDA.
"NO, fair DANCINDA, no; you strive in vain
"To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
Appletrees
I
Sweet appletree, your branches delight me,
Luxuriantly budding my pride and joy!
I will put before the lord of Macreu,
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Anonymous Olde English
I
Sweet appletree, your branches delight me,
Luxuriantly budding my pride and joy!
I will put before the lord of Macreu,
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Anonymous Olde English
The Tale Of Steven
â??TIS the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,
At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.
Sim was small and wiry rather, and a husband and a father,
But heâ??s gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.
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Edward George Dyson
â??TIS the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,
At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.
Sim was small and wiry rather, and a husband and a father,
But heâ??s gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.
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Edward George Dyson
The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; Or, The Dumps
Sparabella.
The wailings of a maiden I recite,
A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight.
Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat,
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John Gay
Sparabella.
The wailings of a maiden I recite,
A maiden fair, that Sparabella hight.
Such strains ne'er warble in the linnet's throat,
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John Gay
The Wreck Of The Columbine
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me,
And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye;
While on board the Columbine, on the merciless sea,
Tossing about in the darkness of night in the storm helplessly.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Kind Christians, all pay attention to me,
And Miss Mouat's sufferings I'll relate to ye;
While on board the Columbine, on the merciless sea,
Tossing about in the darkness of night in the storm helplessly.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Ash-wednesday
Glittâ??ring balls and thoughtless revels
Fill up now each misspent nightâ??
â??Tis the reign of pride and folly,
The Carnival is at its height.
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Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Glittâ??ring balls and thoughtless revels
Fill up now each misspent nightâ??
â??Tis the reign of pride and folly,
The Carnival is at its height.
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Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
A Tale Of The Sea
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold,
Enough to make one's blood run cold;
Concerning four fishermen cast adrift in a dory.
As I've been told I'll relate the story.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Report From The Besieged City
Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -
they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege
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Zbigniew Herbert
Too old to carry arms and fight like the others -
they graciously gave me the inferior role of chronicler
I record - I don't know for whom - the history of the siege
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Zbigniew Herbert
Baltic Fog Notes
Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.
I was a plaything, a ratâ??s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff.
Fog and fog and no stars, sun, moon.
Then an afternoon in fjords, low-lying lands scrawled in granite languages on a gray sky,
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Carl Sandburg
Seven days all fog, all mist, and the turbines pounding through high seas.
I was a plaything, a ratâ??s neck in the teeth of a scuffling mastiff.
Fog and fog and no stars, sun, moon.
Then an afternoon in fjords, low-lying lands scrawled in granite languages on a gray sky,
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Carl Sandburg
The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Wilson
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January
That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled away;
The generous-hearted Dr. had been ailing for some time,
But death, with his dart, did pierce the heart of the learned divine.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
'Twas in the year of 1888 and on the 17th of January
That the late Rev. Dr. Wilson's soul fled away;
The generous-hearted Dr. had been ailing for some time,
But death, with his dart, did pierce the heart of the learned divine.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
The Tale Of Steven
'Tis the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,
At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.
Sim was small and wiry rather, and a husband and a father,
But he's gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.
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Edward Dyson
'Tis the tale of Simon Steven, braceman at the Odd-and-Even,
At The Nations, in the gully. They were sinking in the rock.
Sim was small and wiry rather, and a husband and a father,
But he's gone and left his family as a consequence of shock.
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Edward Dyson
A Child's Christmas In Wales
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
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Dylan Thomas
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed for twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street; and they stop at the rim of the ice-edged fish-freezing waves, and I plunge my hands in the snow and bring out whatever I can find. In goes my hand into that wool-white bell-tongued ball of holidays resting at the rim of the carol-singing sea, and out come Mrs. Prothero and the firemen.
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Dylan Thomas
Joi, The Glug
The Glugs abide in a far, far land
That is partly pebbles and stones and sand,
But mainly earth of a chocolate hue,
When it isn't purple or slightly blue.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Glugs abide in a far, far land
That is partly pebbles and stones and sand,
But mainly earth of a chocolate hue,
When it isn't purple or slightly blue.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
The Burning Of The Steamer City Of Montreal
A sad tale of the sea I will relate, which will your hearts appal
Concerning the burning of the steamship "City of Montreal,"
Which had on board two hundred and forty-nine souls in all,
But, alas! a fearful catastrophe did them befall.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
A sad tale of the sea I will relate, which will your hearts appal
Concerning the burning of the steamship "City of Montreal,"
Which had on board two hundred and forty-nine souls in all,
But, alas! a fearful catastrophe did them befall.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
Ode To Peace. - Written On The Night Of My Mistress's Grand Rout.
Oh Peace, oh come with me and dwell -
But stop, for there's the bell.
Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches
On Wednesday, when there's very few
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Thomas Hood
Oh Peace, oh come with me and dwell -
But stop, for there's the bell.
Oh Peace! for thee I go and sit in churches
On Wednesday, when there's very few
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Thomas Hood
Town Eclogues: Wednesday
DANCINDA.
" NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
" To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
DANCINDA.
" NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you strive in vain
" To calm my care and mitigate my pain ;
" If all my sighs, my cares, can fail to move,
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Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
The American Way
1
I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
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Gregory Corso
1
I am a great American
I am almost nationalistic about it!
I love America like a madness!
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Gregory Corso
Sir Patrick Spens
The king sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blude-red wine;
"O whare will I get a skeely skipper,
To sail this new ship of mine?"
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George Wharton Edwards
The king sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blude-red wine;
"O whare will I get a skeely skipper,
To sail this new ship of mine?"
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George Wharton Edwards
We Love Wednesday A Lot
Rising on a wednesday calls for joy,
When birds chirp so melidiously,
Of a voice I think none can tell,
Singing sweetly than a harp.
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Williams Emmanuel
Rising on a wednesday calls for joy,
When birds chirp so melidiously,
Of a voice I think none can tell,
Singing sweetly than a harp.
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Williams Emmanuel
Nursery Rhyme. Dcxxix. Relics
How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
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Unknown
How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
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Unknown
Nursery Rhyme. Xcv. Proverbs
They that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday
Are not so much awry;
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Unknown
They that wash on Monday
Have all the week to dry;
They that wash on Tuesday
Are not so much awry;
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Unknown
About Emma Lazarus. (written For "the Century Magazine")
Born July 22, 1849; Died November 19, 1887.
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Emma Lazarus
Born July 22, 1849; Died November 19, 1887.
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Emma Lazarus
Nursery Rhyme. Xlix. Tales
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
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Unknown
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
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Unknown
The Fudges In England. Letter Vi. From Miss Biddy Fudge, To Mrs. Elizabeth ----
How I grieve you're not with us!--pray, come, if you can,
Ere we're robbed of this dear, oratorical man,
Who combines in himself all the multiple glory
Of, Orangeman, Saint, quondam Papist and Tory;--
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Thomas Moore
How I grieve you're not with us!--pray, come, if you can,
Ere we're robbed of this dear, oratorical man,
Who combines in himself all the multiple glory
Of, Orangeman, Saint, quondam Papist and Tory;--
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Thomas Moore
Nursery Rhyme. Xci. Proverbs
If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
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Unknown
If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;
Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;
Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;
Sneeze on a Thursday, something better;
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Unknown
Ash Wednesday
Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted
Into the many-colored sounding world.
Today everything has long since drowned.
Here is a thing.
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Alfred Lichtenstein
Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted
Into the many-colored sounding world.
Today everything has long since drowned.
Here is a thing.
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Alfred Lichtenstein
The Battle Of Otterburn
The Text is given mainly from the Cotton MS., Cleopatra C. iv. (circa 1550). It was printed by Percy in the fourth edition of the Reliques; in the first edition he gave it from Harleian MS. 293, which text also is made use of here. A separate Scottish ballad was popular at least as early as 1549, and arguments to prove that it was derived from the English ballad are as inconclusive as those which seek to prove the opposite.
The Story.--The battle of Otterburn was fought on Wednesday, August 19, 1388. The whole story is given elaborately by Froissart, in his usual lively style, but is far too long to be inserted here. It may, however, be condensed as follows.
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Frank Sidgwick
The Text is given mainly from the Cotton MS., Cleopatra C. iv. (circa 1550). It was printed by Percy in the fourth edition of the Reliques; in the first edition he gave it from Harleian MS. 293, which text also is made use of here. A separate Scottish ballad was popular at least as early as 1549, and arguments to prove that it was derived from the English ballad are as inconclusive as those which seek to prove the opposite.
The Story.--The battle of Otterburn was fought on Wednesday, August 19, 1388. The whole story is given elaborately by Froissart, in his usual lively style, but is far too long to be inserted here. It may, however, be condensed as follows.
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Frank Sidgwick