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The Sower

© Toru Dutt

Sitting in a porchway cool,Sunlight, I see, dying fast,Twilight hastens on to rule.Working hours have well-nigh past.

To my Honor'd Friend, Dr. Charleton

© John Dryden

The longest tyranny that ever sway'dWas that wherein our ancestors betray'dTheir free-born reason to the Stagirite,And made his torch their universal light

The Guards Came Through

© Doyle Arthur Conan

Men of the Twenty-first Up by the Chalk Pit Wood,Weak with our wounds and our thirst, Wanting our sleep and our food,After a day and a night

Love's Progress

© John Donne

Whoever loves, if he do not proposeThe right true end of love, he's one that goesTo sea for nothing but to make him sick

The Snake

© Emily Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grassOccasionally rides;You may have met him,--did you not,His notice sudden is.

It was not death, for I stood up (510)

© Emily Dickinson

It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues for noon.

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

Part IA silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd wageFor boyish labour, kept thro' many years

midnight grocery shopping after watching days and days of viking week on the history channel

© Couture Dani

grocery cartswould not make good long boats:too many holes

Watercolour for Negro Expatriates in France

© Clarke George Elliott

What are calendars to you?And, indeed, what are atlases? Time is cool jazz in Bretagne,you, hidden in berets or eccentric scarves,somewhere over the rainbow

Thou wringest, with thy invisible hand, the foam Out of the emerald drapery of the sea,Beneath whose foldings lies the Sea-Nymph's home -- Lifted, to make it visible, by thee;Till thou art exiled, earthward, from the maine,To cool the parched tongue of the Earth with rain

The Wife of Bath's Prologue and Tale in the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales

{{Folio 58r}}¶Here bigynneth the prologe of the taleof the Wyf of BatheEXperience / thogh noon AuctoriteeWere in this world / is right ynogh for meTo speke of wo / that is in mariageffor lordynges / sith
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I twelf yeer was of ageThonked be god / that is eterne on lyueHou{s}bondes atte chirche dore / I haue had fyueIf I so ofte / myghte han wedded beAnd alle were worthy men / in hir degreeBut me was told certeyn / noght longe agon isThat sith
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The Miller's Prologue and Tale from the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales

{{Folio 41r}}¶The prologe of the Milleres taleWHan that the knyght/ hadde thus his tale ytooldIn al the compaignie / nas ther yong ne ooldThat he ne seyde / it was a noble StorieAnd worthy / for to drawen to memorieAnd namely / the gentils euerichon¶Oure hoo{s}t lough / and swoor / {s}o moot I gonThis gooth aright/ vnbokeled is the maleLat se now / who shal telle another taleffor trewely / the game is wel bigonneNow telleth ye sire Monk / if
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ye konneSom what / to quite with the knyghtes tale¶The Millere / that for dronken was a paleSo that vnnethe / vp on his hors he satHe nolde aualen / neither hood ne hatNe abiden no man / for his curtei{s}yeBut in Pilates voys / he gan to cryeAnd swoor by armes / and by blood and bonesI kan a noble tale / for the nonesWith which / I wol now quite the knyghtes tale¶Oure hoo{s}t saugh /
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The General Prologue from the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales

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The Cook's Prologue and Tale in the Hengwrt Manuscript of the Canterbury Tales

¶The prologe of the Cookes tale The Cook / of Londo
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/ whil the Reue spak/ ffor ioye hym thoughte / he clawed hym on the bak/ Haha quod he / for Cri{s}tes pa{ss}io
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