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Orlando Furioso canto 13

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

The Count Orlando of the damsel bland

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The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto I

© Sir Walter Scott

XV
  River Spirit
"Sleep'st thou, brother?"-

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Orlando Furioso Canto 8

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Rogero flies; Astolpho with the rest,

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With A Water-Lily

© Henrik Johan Ibsen

SEE, dear, what thy lover brings;

'Tis the flower with the white wings.

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A Cabin Tale

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

  Dah now, ain't dat sto'y fine?
  Run erlong now, nevah min'.
  Want some mo', you rascal, you?
  No, suh! no, suh! dat 'll do.

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 4

© Publius Vergilius Maro

BUT anxious cares already seiz’d the queen:  

She fed within her veins a flame unseen;  

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Satyr V. Verse

© Thomas Parnell

Thou soft Engager of my tender years

Divertive verse now come & ease my cares

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The Australiad

© Mary Hannay Foott

Meanwhile the hardy Dutchmen came,—as ancient charts attest,—
Hartog, and Nuyts, and Carpenter, and Tasman, and the rest,
But found not forests rich in spice, nor market for their wares,
Nor servile tribes to toil o’ertasked ’mid pestilential airs,—
And deemed it scarce worth while to claim so poor a continent,
But with their slumberous tropic isles thenceforward were content.

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The Minstrel ; Or, The Progress Of Genius - Book II.

© James Beattie

I.
Of chance or change O let not man complain,
Else shall he never never cease to wail:
For, from the imperial dome, to where the swain

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What Shall I Render

© John Newton

For mercies, countless as the sands,
Which daily I receive
From Jesus, my Redeemer's hands,
My soul what canst thou give?

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Scorn Not The Least

© Robert Southwell

WHERE wards are weak and foes encount'ring strong,
  Where mightier do assault than do defend,
The feebler part puts up enforc'd wrong,
  And silent sees that speech could not amend.
Yet higher powers must think, though they repine,
When sun is set, the little stars will shine.

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The Flight of Youth

© William Watson

Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
 Thou'lt bestow-
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
 Ere thou go.

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The Legacy

© Henry King

My dearest Love! when thou and I must part,
And th' icy hand of death shall seize that heart
Which is all thine; within some spacious will
Ile leave no blanks for Legacies to fill:

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Les Chats (Cats)

© Charles Baudelaire

Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.

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Peace

© Robert Laurence Binyon

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Lovely word flying like a bird across the narrow seas,
When winter is over and songs are in the skies,
Peace, with the colour of the dawn upon the name of her,

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The London Lackpenny

© John Lydgate

  To London once my steps I bent,

  Where truth in no wise should be faint;

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Fragmentary Ending Of A Poem I

© Thomas Parnell

To the kind powr who taught me how to sing
Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd
Did ancient piety approach the God.

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Elegy XXV. To Delia, With Some Flowers

© William Shenstone

Whate'er could Sculpture's curious art employ,
Whate'er the lavish hand of Wealth can shower,
These would I give-and every gift enjoy,
That pleased my fair-but Fate denies the power.

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Ballade Of The Bookworm

© Andrew Lang

Fate, that art Queen by shore and sea,
We bow submissive to thy will,
Ah grant, by some benign decree,
The Books I loved--to love them still.