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The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. – The Island by Sir Walter Scott

The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Ii. – The Island by Sir Walter Scott

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 Of life reviving, with reviving ...

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The Bridal Of Triermain by Sir Walter Scott

The Bridal Of Triermain by Sir Walter Scott

Introduction. I. Come Lucy! while 'tis morning hour The woodland brook we needs must pass; So, ere the sun assume his power, We shelter in our poplar bower, Where dew lies ...

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Rokeby: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

Rokeby: Canto Vi. by Sir Walter Scott

I. The summer sun, whose early power Was wont to gild Matilda's bower, And rouse her with his matin ray Her duteous orisons to pay, That morning sun has three times seen The ...

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Rokeby: Canto V. by Sir Walter Scott

Rokeby: Canto V. by Sir Walter Scott

I. The sultry summer day is done, The western hills have hid the sun, But mountain peak and village spire Retain reflection of his fire. Old Barnard's towers are purple ...

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Marmion: Canto V. – The Court by Sir Walter Scott

Marmion: Canto V. – The Court by Sir Walter Scott

I. The train has left the hills of Braid; The barrier guard have open made (So Lindesay bade) the palisade, That closed the tented ground; Their men the warders backward ...

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The Scout Toward Aldie by Herman Melville

The Scout Toward Aldie by Herman Melville

The cavalry-camp lies on the slope Of what was late a vernal hill, But now like a pavement bare- An outpost in the perilous wilds Which ever are lone and still; But Mosby's ...

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On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia by Herman Melville

On The Grave Of A Young Cavalry Officer Killed In The Valley Of Virginia by Herman Melville

Beauty and youth, with manners sweet, and friends-- Gold, yet a mind not unenriched had he Whom here low violets veil from eyes. But all these gifts transcended be: His ...

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An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness by Herman Melville

An Uninscribed Monument On One Of The Battle-Fields Of The Wilderness by Herman Melville

Silence and solitude may hint (Whose home is in yon piney wood) What I, though tableted, could never tell-- The din which here befell, And striving of the multitude. The iron ...

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Viii. by Coventry Patmore

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Viii. by Coventry Patmore

Preludes. I Life of Life What's that, which, ere I spake, was gone: So joyful and intense a spark That, whilst o'erhead the wonder shone, The day, before but dull, grew ...

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The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Vi. by Coventry Patmore

The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto Vi. by Coventry Patmore

Preludes. I Perfect Love rare Most rare is still most noble found, Most noble still most incomplete; Sad law, which leaves King Love uncrown'd In this obscure, terrestrial ...

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The Victories Of Love. Book I by Coventry Patmore

The Victories Of Love. Book I by Coventry Patmore

I From Frederick Graham Mother, I smile at your alarms! I own, indeed, my Cousin's charms, But, like all nursery maladies, Love is not badly taken twice. Have you ...

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Beachy Head by Charlotte Smith

Beachy Head by Charlotte Smith

ON thy stupendous summit, rock sublime ! That o'er the channel rear'd, half way at sea The mariner at early morning hails, I would recline; while Fancy should go forth, And ...

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Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxvii. To The Insect Of The Gossamer by Charlotte Smith

SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design, In ...

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Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime! Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude, Great Nature taught to 'build the lofty rhyme,' And even beneath the daily pressure, rude, Of ...

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Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Xxiii. By The Same. To The North Star. by Charlotte Smith

TO thy bright beams I turn my swimming eyes, Fair, favourite planet, which in happier days Saw my young hopes, ah, faithless hopes!--arise, And on my passion shed propitious ...

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Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

Sonnet Lxxxii. To The Shade Of Burns by Charlotte Smith

MUTE is thy wild harp, now, O bard sublime! Who, amid Scotia's mountain solitude, Great Nature taught to 'build the lofty rhyme,' And even beneath the daily pressure, rude, Of ...

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Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock by Robert Graves

Retrospect: The Jests Of The Clock by Robert Graves

He had met hours of the clock he never guessed before- Dumb, dragging, mirthless hours confused with dreams and fear, Bone-chilling, hungry hours when the Gods sleep and snore, ...

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A Poison Tree by William Blake

A Poison Tree by William Blake

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with ...

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The Tyger by William Blake

The Tyger by William Blake

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of ...

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Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake

Auguries Of Innocence by William Blake

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all ...

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Of Three Or Four In The Room by Yehuda Amichai

Of Three Or Four In The Room by Yehuda Amichai

Out of three or four in the room One is always standing at the window. Forced to see the injustice amongst the thorns, The fires on the hills. And people who left whole Are ...

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I Don’T Know If History Repeats Itself by Yehuda Amichai

I Don’T Know If History Repeats Itself by Yehuda Amichai

I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was divided Not only between Jews and Arabs, But Between me and you, When we were ...

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A Jewish Cemetery In Germany by Yehuda Amichai

A Jewish Cemetery In Germany by Yehuda Amichai

On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by shrubs, abandoned and forgotten. Neither the sound of prayer nor ...

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Sonnet X: Dang’Rous To Hear by Mary Darby Robinson

Sonnet X: Dang’Rous To Hear by Mary Darby Robinson

Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, Love's arrow lies, Himself conceal'd the crystal haunts ...

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Sonnet To The Memory Of Miss Maria Linley by Mary Darby Robinson

Sonnet To The Memory Of Miss Maria Linley by Mary Darby Robinson

So bends beneath the storm yon balmy flow'r, Whose spicy blossoms once perfum'd the gale; So press'd with tears reclines yon lily pale, Obedient to the rude and beating show'r. ...

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Sonnet Xxxiv: Venus! To Thee by Mary Darby Robinson

Sonnet Xxxiv: Venus! To Thee by Mary Darby Robinson

Venus! to thee, the Lesbian Muse shall sing, The song, which Myttellenian youths admir'd, when Echo, am'rous of the strain inspir'd, Bade the wild rocks with madd'ning plaudits ...

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Sonnet Xliii: While From The Dizzy Precipice by Mary Darby Robinson

Sonnet Xliii: While From The Dizzy Precipice by Mary Darby Robinson

While from the dizzy precipice I gaze, The world receding from my pensive eyes, High o'er my head the tyrant eagle flies, Cloth'd in the sinking sun's transcendent blaze! The ...

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That Childish Thoughts Such Joys Inspire by Thomas Traherne

That Childish Thoughts Such Joys Inspire by Thomas Traherne

1 That childish thoughts such joys inspire, Doth make my wonder, and His glory higher, His bounty, and my wealth .more great It chews His Kingdom, and His work complete. In ...

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That Women Are But Men’s Shadows by Ben Jonson

That Women Are But Men’s Shadows by Ben Jonson

Follow a shadow, it still flies you; Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you; Let her alone, she will court you. Say, are not women truly then ...

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Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow by Ben Jonson

Have You Seen But A Bright Lily Grow by Ben Jonson

Have you seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall of snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt the wool of ...

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Verordnet Diesem Geschlecht Keinen Glauben by Ingeborg Bachmann

Verordnet Diesem Geschlecht Keinen Glauben by Ingeborg Bachmann

Do not decree faith on this race, stars, ships and smoke are enough; it is concerned with things, determines stars and mathematical infinity, and a trait, call it trait of ...

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The Game Is Over (Das Spiel Ist Aus) by Ingeborg Bachmann

The Game Is Over (Das Spiel Ist Aus) by Ingeborg Bachmann

My dear brother, when will we build a raft? to float down the sky on?? My dear brother, soon our load will be so heavy? that we'll sink. My dear brother, onto paper? we'll ...

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Absence by Frances Anne Kemble

Absence by Frances Anne Kemble

What shall I do with all the days and hoursThat must be counted ere I see thy face?How shall I charm the interval that lowersBetween this time and that sweet time of grace?Shall ...

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An Evening Song by Frances Anne Kemble

An Evening Song by Frances Anne Kemble

Good night, love!May heaven's brightest stars watch over thee!Good angels spread their wings, and cover thee,And through the night,So dark and still,Spirits of lightCharm thee ...

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Parting by Frances Anne Kemble

Parting by Frances Anne Kemble

The golden hinges of the year have turned—Spring, and the summer, and the harvest timeHave come, and gone, and on the threshold standsThe withered Winter, stretching forth his ...

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A Wish (Iii) by Frances Anne Kemble

A Wish (Iii) by Frances Anne Kemble

Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to wanderIn forest paths, o'erarched with oak and beech,Where the sun's yellow light, in slanting rays,Sleeps on the dewy moss: what time the ...

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An Entreaty by Frances Anne Kemble

An Entreaty by Frances Anne Kemble

Once more, once more into the sunny fieldsOh, let me stray!And drink the joy that young existence yieldsOn a bright, cloudless day.Once more let me behold the summer sky,With ...

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A Promise. by Frances Anne Kemble

A Promise. by Frances Anne Kemble

By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flowThrough thy sequestered dell unto the sea,At sunny noon, I will appear to thee:Not troubling the still fount with drops of woe,As ...

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A Wish (I) by Frances Anne Kemble

A Wish (I) by Frances Anne Kemble

Let me not die for ever! when I'm goneTo the cold earth, but let my memoryLive like the gorgeous western light that shoneOver the clouds where sank day's majesty.Let me not be ...

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A Summons by Frances Anne Kemble

A Summons by Frances Anne Kemble

THE FIRST SNOW MOUNTAIN SEEN FROM A SUNNY HILL-SIDE, NEAR ROCCA PRIORI, IN THE AUTUMN OF 1846Look, love, to yonder mountain's brow:Seest thou that beckoning hand of snow?Stern ...

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An Invitation by Frances Anne Kemble

An Invitation by Frances Anne Kemble

Come where the white waves dance along the shoreOf some lone isle, lost in the unknown seas,Whose golden sands by mortal foot beforeWere never printed,—where the fragrant ...

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A Room In The Villa Taverna by Frances Anne Kemble

A Room In The Villa Taverna by Frances Anne Kemble

Three windows cheerfully poured in the light:One from the east, where o'er the Sabine hillsThe sun first rose on the great Roman plain,And shining o'er the garden, with its ...

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A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (I) by Frances Anne Kemble

A Rejected Lover To His Mistress (I) by Frances Anne Kemble

Knowest thou not that of all human giftsGod chooses love?—alone, that may be laidUpon His altar, who hath all things made,And find acceptance:—to the hand that liftsThat ...

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Lines Written At Belvoir Castle, 1883 by Frances Anne Kemble

Lines Written At Belvoir Castle, 1883 by Frances Anne Kemble

Two things remain unalter'd in this place,Tho' since I came here forty years are told—The smiling loveliness of Nature's face,And the fine spirit of kindly, courteous grace,That ...

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An Apology by Frances Anne Kemble

An Apology by Frances Anne Kemble

Blame not my tears, love, to you has been given The brightest, best gift, God to mortals allows, The sunlight of hope on your heart shines from Heaven, And shines from your ...

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Translation From Alfred De Musset’s Ode To Malibran by Frances Anne Kemble

Translation From Alfred De Musset’s Ode To Malibran by Frances Anne Kemble

O Maria Felicia! the Painter and Bard,Behind them in dying leave undying heirs,The night of oblivion their memory spares,And their great eager souls, other action ...

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A Vision Of The Vatican by Frances Anne Kemble

A Vision Of The Vatican by Frances Anne Kemble

In the great palace halls, where dwell the gods,I heard a voice filling the vaulted roof,The heart that uttered it seemed sorrow-proof,And, clarion-like, it might have made the ...

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A Lament For The Wissahiccon by Frances Anne Kemble

A Lament For The Wissahiccon by Frances Anne Kemble

The waterfall is calling meWith its merry gleesome flow,And the green boughs are beckoning me,To where the wild flowers grow:I may not go, I may not go,To where the sunny waters ...

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A Retrospect by Frances Anne Kemble

A Retrospect by Frances Anne Kemble

Life wanes, and the bright sunlight of our youthSets o'er the mountain-tops, where once Hope stood.O Innocence! O Trustfulness! O Truth!Where are ye all, white-handed ...

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A Farewell by Frances Anne Kemble

A Farewell by Frances Anne Kemble

WRITTEN AT OATLANDS.I SHALL come no more to the Cedar Hall,The fairies' palace, beside the stream,Where the yellow sun-rays at morning fallThrough their tresses dark, with a ...

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