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Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 03 - The World Is Not Eternal

© Lucretius

Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common sepulchre of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.

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Vaudracour And Julia

© William Wordsworth

O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!

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Our Saviour And The Samaritan Woman At The Well

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Close beside the crystal waters of Jacob’s far-famed well,
Whose dewy coolness gratefully upon the parched air fell,
Reflecting back the bright hot heavens within its waveless breast,
Jesus, foot-sore and weary, had sat Him down to rest.

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Henry And Emma. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

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Barnham Water

© Robert Bloomfield

Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung,

 With glowing heart and ardent eye,

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Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh

© Charles Wesley

Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh!
('Tis God invites the fallen race)
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.

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At Breakfast Time

© Edgar Albert Guest

My Pa he eats his breakfast
  in a funny sort of way:
We hardly ever see him
  at the first meal of the day.

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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Theologian's Tale; Torquemada

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O pitiless skies! why did your clouds retain
For peasants' fields their floods of hoarded rain?
O pitiless earth! why open no abyss
To bury in its chasm a crime like this?

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The Friends of Fallen Fortunes

© Henry Lawson

The battlefield behind us,

  And night loomed on the track;

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon


A.—
  By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
  'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
  Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
  Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

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Our Country

© John Greenleaf Whittier

WE give thy natal day to hope,
O Country of our love and prayer!
Thy way is down no fatal slope,
But up to freer sun and air.

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Elegy XII

© John Donne

COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe

Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.

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Orlando Furioso Canto 12

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Orlando, full of rage, pursues a knight

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Bigotry's Victim

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.
Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind,
The lion to rouse from his skull-covered lair?
When the tiger approaches can the fast-fleeting hind

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The Singular Sangfroid Of Baby Bunting

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

Batholomew Benjamin Bunting

Had only three passions in life,

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Spenserian Stanzas On Charles Armitage Brown

© John Keats

I.
He is to weet a melancholy carle:
Thin in the waist, with bushy head of hair,
As hath the seeded thistle when in parle

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Look Seaward, Sentinel!

© Alfred Austin

I
Look seaward, Sentinel, and tell the land
What you behold.

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A Word In Season

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

THIS is a day the Lord hath made."--Thus spake
The good religious heart, unstained, unworn,
Watching the golden glory of the morn.--
Since, on each happy day that came to break

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Home 2

© Edward Thomas

Fair was the morning, fair our tempers, and
We had seen nothing fairer than that land,
Though strange, and the untrodden snow that made
Wild of the tame, casting out all that was
Not wild and rustic and old; and we were glad.

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The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone

© Rudyard Kipling

This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
 Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
 Who harried the district of Alalone:
 How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
 At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
 Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.