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Min Anden Skabelse

© Jens Baggesen

Udannet sprang jeg af min Moders Arme,

  Udannet fra min Ungdoms Leders Haand;

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Old Cambridge

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AND can it be you've found a place

Within this consecrated space,

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Two Folk Songs

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch


When winter trees bestrew the path,
 Still to the twig a leaf or twain
Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath,
 But that foreknown forlorner pain-
 To fall when green leaves come again.

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Epistle (Upon his arrival at his estate in Geneva)

© Voltaire

Now hostile Crowds Geneva's Tow'rs assail,
They march in secret, and by Night they scale;
The Goddess comes--they vanish from the Wall,
Their Launces shiver, and their Heros fall,
For Fraud can ne'er elude, nor Force withstand
The Stroke of Liberty's victorious Hand.

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The Columbiad: Book IX

© Joel Barlow

Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. November

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

ACROSS COUNTRY
November's here. Once more the pink we don,
And on old Centaur, at the coverside,
Sit changing pleasant greetings one by one

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To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Lady, how can it chance--yet this we see

In long experience--that will longer last

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Washington and Lincoln

© Henry Clay Work

Come, happy people! Oh come let us tell

The story of Washington and Lincoln!

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The Surgeon's Warning

© Robert Southey

The Doctor whispered to the Nurse
  And the Surgeon knew what he said,
And he grew pale at the Doctor's tale
  And trembled in his sick bed.

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Now as at all times

© William Butler Yeats

Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,

In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones

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Call to Arms

© Forough Farrokhzad

Only you, O Iranian woman, have remained
In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty;
If you want these bonds broken,
grasp the skirt of obstinacy

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The Glowworm

© William Cowper

Beneath the hedge or near the stream,
A worm is known to stray,
That shows by night a lucid beam,
Which disappears by day.

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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In A 'Bus.

© James Brunton Stephens

A QUARTER of a century agone,

Just such a face as this upon me shone,

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Sephina

© Walter de la Mare

  Black lacqueys at the wide-flung door

  Stand mute as men of wood.

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Childish Recollections

© George Gordon Byron

'I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most dear to me.'
WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains,
Chills the warm, tide which flows along the veins

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The Devil Of Pope-Fig Island

© Jean de La Fontaine

ON t'other hand an island may be seen,
Where all are hated, cursed, and full of spleen.
We know them by the thinness of their face
Long sleep is quite excluded from their race.

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The Two Painters: A Tale

© Washington Allston

 At which, with fix'd and fishy
The Strangers both express'd amaze.
Good Sir, said they, 'tis strange you dare
Such meanness of yourself declare.

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An Elegy Upon James Therburn, In Chatto

© James Thomson

Now, Chatto, you're a dreary place,
Pale sorrow broods on ilka face;
Therburn has run his race.
And now, and now, ah me, alas!
  The carl lies dead.