Why, untamed do you scare
At any
approach
you see?
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Ronsard |
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"HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY"
BRET HAUTE
[Sidenote: 1861-1865]
_Early in the war was
organized
the U.
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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on what far strand
Do ye of spring the
blossoms
graze?
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Pushkin - Eugene Oneigin |
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And wasn't it a sight to see
When, ere his song was ended,
Like some great landslip, tree by tree,
The country-side descended;
And shepherds from the mountain-caves
Look'd down, half-pleased, half-frighten'd,
As dash'd about the drunken leaves
The random
sunshine
lighten'd!
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Tennyson |
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Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to translate it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is maintained throughout, though accompanied by
the
fluidity
and freedom of purely original work.
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Sappho |
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6905
For hem ne list not, sikirly;
For sadde burdens that men taken
Make folkes
shuldres
aken.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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Dinda in sing-song stretching out one hand
Calls for the playthings; mother does not hear:
Her mind sails far away on a patchwork Ocean,
And all the world must wait till she touches land;
So Dinda cries in fear,
Then Mother turns,
laughing
like a young fairy,
And Dinda smiles to see her look so kind,
Calls out again for playthings, playthings, playthings;
And now the shadows make an Umbrian _Mary
Adoring_, on the blind.
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Abercrombie - Georgian Poetry 1920-22 |
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"
VIII
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
Farewell
to Severn shore.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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Alas, sweet
Liberty!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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Vasari tells us that
Simone also painted the
pictures
of both lovers in the chapel of St.
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Petrarch |
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Chvabrine
become master of the place!
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Pushkin - Daughter of the Commandant |
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but you must persuade your God
To have me as well the
greatest
king beneath you!
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Lascelles Abercrombie - Emblems of Love |
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But that my
troubles
may not be unknown to thee, O
Manius, nor thou deem I shun the office of host, hear how I am whelmed in
the waves of that same fortune, nor further seek joyful gifts from a
wretched one.
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Catullus - Carmina |
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Thus saying, he drew his brazen faulchion keen
Of double edge, and with a
dreadful
cry 90
Sprang on him; but Ulysses with a shaft
In that same moment through his bosom driv'n
Transfix'd his liver, and down dropp'd his sword.
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Odyssey - Cowper |
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In that ancient hall of Wycombe thronged the numerous guests invited,
And the lovely London ladies trod the floors with gliding feet;
And their voices low with fashion, not with feeling, softly freighted
All the air about the windows with elastic
laughters
sweet.
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Elizabeth Browning |
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(This
file was
produced
from images generously made available
by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.
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Imagists |
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Unfortunates
on earth, we see at last
All death-shadows, and glooms that overcast 990
Our spirits, fann'd away by thy light pinions.
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Keats |
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My soul burns with the
quenchless
fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
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Sarojini Naidu - Golden Threshold |
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[Illustration]
There was a Young Lady of Lucca,
Whose lovers
completely
forsook her;
She ran up a tree, and said "Fiddle-de-dee!
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Lear - Nonsense |
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Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That
mournful
music,
Falling and surging
With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
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Sappho |
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Peace is patched up; a
stately funeral is held; and the surviving
visitors
become in a way
vassals or liegemen of Finn, going back with him to Frisia.
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Beowulf, translated by Francis Gummere |
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Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)
Of the foundations and the building up
Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to tell
What may be told, to the understanding mind
Revealable; and what within the mind
By vital breathings secret as the soul
Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the heart
Thoughts
all too deep for words!
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Coleridge - Poems |
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A thousand masses I hear and offer,
Burn oil, wax candles in my hand,
So that success God might ensure,
For
striving
alone won't climb her stair.
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Troubador Verse |
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Though various featur'd, and of various hue,
Each nymph seems
loveliest
in her lover's view;
Fir'd by the darts, by novice archers sped,
Ten thousand wild, fantastic loves are bred:
In wildest dreams the rustic hind aspires,
And haughtiest lords confess the humblest fires.
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Camoes - Lusiades |
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There are many
chimaeras
that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
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Appoloinaire |
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Such is the refuge of our youth and age,
The first from Hope, the last from Vacancy;
And this worn feeling peoples many a page,
And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:
Yet there are things whose strong reality
Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues
More beautiful than our fantastic sky,
And the strange
constellations
which the Muse
O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:
VII.
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the
Shropshire
name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
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AE Housman - A Shropshire Lad |
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It is at distance (if I can
Measure in darkness distance): but it blinks 20
As through a crevice or a key-hole, in
The
inhibited
direction: I must on,
Nevertheless, from curiosity.
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Byron |
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TRANSLITERATION
it-bi-e-ma
iluGilgamis
su-na-tam i-pa-as-sar.
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Epic of Gilgamesh |
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Et
pourtant
aimez-moi, tendre coeur!
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Baudelaire - Fleurs Du Mal |
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= This is a
distance
of about 22 miles.
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Ben Jonson - The Devil's Association |
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"
"The Topsham girl would be
grateful
for the gift.
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Kipling - Poems |
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For which to chaumbre streight the wey he took,
And Troilus tho
sobreliche
he grette,
And on the bed ful sone he gan him sette.
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Chaucer - Troilius and Criseyde |
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Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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"
Thus having said, the goddess marched before:
He trod her
footsteps
in the sandy shore.
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Odyssey - Pope |
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Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though
unconscious
of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
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Lewis Carroll |
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" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I
concentrated
my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
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T.S. Eliot |
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bona te Venus
iuuerit, quoniam palam
Quae cupis capis et bonum
non
abscondis
amorem.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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XXVII
I lately chaunst (would I had never chaunst) 235
With a faire knight to keepen companee,
Sir Terwin hight, that well himselfe advaunst
In all affaires, and was both bold and free,
But not so happy as mote happy bee:
He lov'd, as was his lot, a Ladie gent, 240
That him againe lov'd in the least degree:
For she was proud, and of too high intent,
And joyd to see her lover
languish
and lament.
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Spenser - Faerie Queene - 1 |
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Vassi caggendo; e quant' ella piu 'ngrossa,
tanto piu trova di can farsi lupi
la
maladetta
e sventurata fossa.
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Dante - La Divina Commedia |
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The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this
agreement
shall not void the remaining provisions.
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Lewis Carroll |
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He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering
a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.
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Wilde - Poems |
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75
Now, as he plodded on, with sullen clang
A sound of chains along the desert rang;
He looked, and saw upon a gibbet high
A human body that in irons swang,
Uplifted
by the tempest whirling by; 80
And, hovering, round it often did a raven fly.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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þæt ic þȳ wǣpne gebrægd, _an old heavy sword
that I swung as my weapon_, 1665; with
interchanging
instr.
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Beowulf |
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It would not, perhaps, be far from the truth, if it were even
said that the significance of
_Paradise
Lost_ cannot be properly
understood unless the significance of the _Iliad_ be understood.
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Lascelle Abercrombie |
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"No one knows
anything
about it really.
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Kipling - Poems |
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The larch mentioned in the
first stanza was
standing
when I revisited the place in May 1841, more
than forty years after.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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'
Upon his dateless fame
Our periods may lie,
As stars that drop anonymous
From an
abundant
sky.
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Dickinson - Three - Complete |
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Dp || _leniter_]
_leuiter_
Bod.
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Latin - Catullus |
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A demon wishing to interrupt her prayers extinguished the light she carried, but divine power
rekindled
it.
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19th Century French Poetry |
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My
letters!
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Elizabeth Browning |
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When will you bring back the
standard
and axe,1 40 unite our forces and sweep away the ill-omened comet?
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Du Fu - 5 |
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10
Insignes juvenesque, illo
certamine
lictos,
Colemane, Tylere, nec vos oblivione relinquam.
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James Russell Lowell |
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Sanche
Her ardour
deceived
her, in spite of me:
I left the fight, Sire, to recount it swiftly.
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Corneille - Le Cid |
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In his Souvenirs de Jeunesse,
Champfleury
speaks of the promenades in
the Louvre he enjoyed the company with Baudelaire.
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Baudelaire - Poems and Prose Poems |
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Wherefore
they washed their horses
In Vesta's holy well,
Wherefore they rode to Vesta's door,
I know, but may not tell.
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Macaulay - Lays of Ancient Rome |
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_Words
supplied
by_
Kaluza.
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Chaucer - Romuant of the Rose |
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AT length they both arose when morning came,
And through the day the
converse
was the same.
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La Fontaine |
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"
By this time we were deep in the shadow of the
Blessington
lower road
and the 'rickshaw came to a dead stop under a pine-clad, over-hanging
shale cliff.
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Kipling - Poems |
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tu dux et comes es; tu nos abducis ab Histro,
in
medioque
mihi das Helicone locum;
tu mihi, quod rarum est, uiuo sublime dedisti
nomen, ab exsequiis quod dare fama solet.
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Oxford Book of Latin Verse |
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Full swells the deep pure fountain of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and
sweetest
nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
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Byron - Childe Harold's Pilgrimage |
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Yon tuft
conceals
your home, your cottage bow'r.
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Wordsworth - 1 |
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Lay down that load of state-concern;
The Dacian hosts are all o'erthrown;
The Mede, that sought our overturn,
Now seeks his own;
A servant now, our ancient foe,
The Spaniard, wears at last our chain;
The
Scythian
half unbends his bow
And quits the plain.
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Horace - Odes, Carmen |
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If I should die,
And you should live,
And time should gurgle on,
And morn should beam,
And noon should burn,
As it has usual done;
If birds should build as early,
And bees as
bustling
go, --
One might depart at option
From enterprise below!
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Dickinson - Two - Complete |
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Now here must I
Rouse up some half a dozen
shivering
vassals
From their scant pallets, and, at peril of
Their lives, despatch them o'er the river towards
Frankfort.
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Byron |
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The place is filled with fog like lead,
Which clammily has settled on the frame
Of her who was a burning,
dazzling
flame
To all mankind--who durst not lift their gaze,
And meet the brightness of her beauty's rays.
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Victor Hugo - Poems |
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Over him years had no power; he was not changed, but transfigured;
He had become to her heart as one who is dead, and not absent;
Patience and abnegation of self, and
devotion
to others,
This was the lesson a life of trial and sorrow had taught her.
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Source: |
Longfellow |
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And therefore these things are no more written to
a dull disposition, than rules of
husbandry
to a soil.
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Ben Jonson - Discoveries Made Upon Men, and Some Poems |
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Behind every
exquisite
thing that exists there is something tragic.
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Oscar Wilde - Poetry |
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Those times: the times when I was quite alone
By memories wrapt that whispered to me low,
My silence was the quiet of a stone
Over which
rippling
murmuring waters flow.
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Rilke - Poems |
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editions
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Sonnets from the Portugese |
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It is to you I owe the cruel gift,
Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,
To you the beauty and to you the bale;
For never woman born of man and maid
Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,
Or
troubled
heaven with a sea of flame
That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars
And blotted out their brightness ere the dawn.
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Source: |
Sara Teasdale |
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These groans and tears, and this
spectacle
of woe, the appearances
rather of a city stormed and sacked, than of a Roman camp, that of
Germanicus Caesar, victorious and flourishing, awakened attention and
inquiry in the soldiers: leaving their tents, they cried, "Whence these
doleful wailings?
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Source: |
Tacitus |
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"Poets," said Shelley, "are the unacknowledged legislators of the
world," and he meant by legislation the guidance and
determination
of
the verdicts of the human soul.
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War Poetry - 1914-17 |
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autograph
supplies title, When the assault was intended
to the city.
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Milton |
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No more, my lord, than I have told you, sir:
The Count
Castiglione
will not fight,
Having no cause for quarrel.
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Source: |
Poe - 5 |
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]
"The Pot calls a
bystander
to be a witness to his bad treatment.
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Omar Khayyam - Rubaiyat |
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Then he climbed to the tower of the Old North Church
By the wooden stairs, with
stealthy
tread,
To the belfry-chamber overhead,
And startled the pigeons from their perch
On the sombre rafters, that round him made
Masses and moving shapes of shade,--
By the trembling ladder, steep and tall,
To the highest window in the wall,
Where he paused to listen and look down
A moment on the roofs of the town,
And the moonlight flowing over all.
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Source: |
Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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This is
unfinished
business with me--How is it with you?
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Source: |
Whitman |
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Then shall he say
That vainly my weak rhymes to praise her strive,
Whose
dazzling
beams have struck my genius blind:--
He must for ever weep if he delay!
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Petrarch - Poems |
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So saying, she with her
splendid
scourge the mules 390
Lash'd onward.
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Source: |
Odyssey - Cowper |
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Newton's wenige
Beobachtungen
über die Zusammen-
19
## p.
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Helmholtz - 1851 - Theorie der zusammengesetzten Farben |
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But right is might through all the world;
Province to province
faithful
clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and the joy-bells rung.
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Source: |
Matthews - Poems of American Patriotism |
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The pipings of glad shepherds on the hills,
Tending the flocks no more to bleed for thee;
The songs of maidens pressing with white feet
The vintage on thine altars poured no more;
The murmurous bliss of lovers underneath
Dim grapevine bowers whose rosy bunches press
Not half so closely their warm cheeks, unpaled
By thoughts of thy brute lust; the hive-like hum
Of peaceful commonwealths, where sunburnt Toil 160
Reaps for itself the rich earth made its own
By its own labor, lightened with glad hymns
To an omnipotence which thy mad bolts
Would cope with as a spark with the vast sea,--
Even the spirit of free love and peace,
Duty's sure
recompense
through life and death,--
These are such harvests as all master-spirits
Reap, haply not on earth, but reap no less
Because the sheaves are bound by hands not theirs;
These are the bloodless daggers wherewithal 170
They stab fallen tyrants, this their high revenge:
For their best part of life on earth is when,
Long after death, prisoned and pent no more,
Their thoughts, their wild dreams even, have become
Part of the necessary air men breathe:
When, like the moon, herself behind a cloud,
They shed down light before us on life's sea,
That cheers us to steer onward still in hope.
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Source: |
James Russell Lowell |
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MANOA:
Suspense
in news is torture; speak them out.
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Source: |
World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama |
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cuius et extremum tellus opus, ignea cuius
lumina sunt late sol et soror: ille diei
tendat ut infusi rutilum iubar, altera noctis
ut face flammanti
tenebrosos
rumpat amictus,
ne desit genitis pater ullo in tempore rebus.
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That proud honour claimed
Azazel as his right, a cherub tall,
Who forthwith from the
glittering
staff unfurled
The imperial ensign.
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uncomforted
And friendless solitude, groaning and tears,
And savage faces, at the
clanking
hour,
Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon,
By the lamp's dismal twilight!
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`That, that the see, that gredy is to flowen,
Constreyneth to a certeyn ende so
His flodes, that so fersly they ne growen 1760
To
drenchen
erthe and al for ever-mo;
And if that Love ought lete his brydel go,
Al that now loveth a-sonder sholde lepe,
And lost were al, that Love halt now to-hepe.
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Only a few years
previous
we read in
Advent:
"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
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XXXVII
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong
divineness
which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
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COMEDIE EN TROIS BAISERS
Elle etait fort deshabillee,
Et de grands arbres indiscrets
Aux vitres
penchaient
leur feuillee
Malinement, tout pres, tout pres.
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--Yet when we came back, late, from the
Hyacinth
garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
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-ang, which
includes
"Business Men.
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Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
License as
specified
in paragraph 1.
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If by chance ye ever be readers of my
triflings
and ye will not quake to
lay your hands upon us,
* * * *
XV.
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He is read, if at all, in
preference
to the combined and established wit
of the world.
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The
happiness
of
Animals mutual, v.
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Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though
composed
by him.
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She
wandered
in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
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