Pet poems

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Australian Federation

© William Gay

From all division let our land be free, For God has made her one: complete she lies Within the unbroken circle of the skies,And round her indivisible the seaBreaks on her single shore; while only we, Her foster children, bound with sacred ties Of one dear blood, one storied enterprise,Are negligent of her integrity

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Noël

© Théophile Gautier

Le ciel est noir, la terre est blanche;-- Cloches, carillonnez gaîment! --Jésus est né. -- La Vierge pencheSur lui son visage charmant.

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La Petite Fleur Rose

© Théophile Gautier

Du haut de la montagne,Près de Guadarrama,On découvre l'EspagneComme un panorama.

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To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut

© Philip Morin Freneau

Nil Mortalibus ard unum lestCoelum ipsum petimus stuttistra. HORACE.

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Abdul Abulbul Ameer

© William Percy French

The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fearBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the ShahWas Abdul Abulbul Ameer

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The Petition for an Absolute Retreat

© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea

(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)

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Hereux qui, comme Ulysse

© Joachim du Bellay

Heureux qui, comme Ulysse, a fait un beau voyage,Ou comme cestuy là qui conquit la toisonEt puis est retourné, plein d'usage et raison,Vivre entre ses parents le reste de son aage!

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Fog

© Mark Doty

The crested iris by the front gate wavesits blue flags three days, exactly,

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To the Countess of Bedford [To have written then, when you writ, seem'd to me ...]

© John Donne

To have written then, when you writ, seem'd to meWorst of spiritual vices, simony ;And not to have written then seems little lessThan worst of civil vices, thanklessness

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Male Rage Poem

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

Feminism, baby, feminism

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Ode à la fontaine Bellerie

© Pierre de Ronsard

O fontaine Bellerie,Belle fontaine cherieDe nos Ninfes, quand ton eauLes cache au creux de ta source,Fuïantes le SatireauQui les pourchasse à la courseJusqu'au bord de ton ruisseau,

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Ode

© Pierre de Ronsard

Bel Aubepin fleurissant, VerdissantLe long de ce beau rivage,Tu est vestu jusqu'au bas Des longs brasD'une lambrunche sauvage.

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Les Animaux malades de la peste

© Jean de La Fontaine

Un mal qui répand la terreur, Mal que le Ciel en sa fureurInventa pour punir les crimes de la terre,La peste (puisqu'il faut l'appeler par son nom),Capable d'enrichir en un jour l'Achéron, Faisoit aux animaux la guerre

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La Grenouille qui se veut faire aussi grosee que le bœuf

© Jean de La Fontaine

Une grenouille vit un bœuf Qui lui sembla de belle taille

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L'Alouette et ses petits, avec le Maitre d'un champ

© Jean de La Fontaine

Ne t'attends qu'à toi seul, c'est un commun proverbe

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Extinction: The Airman's Prayer

© Davey Ernest Raymond

Almighty and all present power,Short is the prayer I make to thee;I do not ask in battle hourFor any shield to cover me.

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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

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The Task: from Book V: The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orbAscending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds,That crowd away before the driving wind,More ardent as the disk emerges more,Resemble most some city in a blaze,Seen through the leafless wood

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Peter Bell

© Hartley Coleridge

A satire upon the Poet Laureate's celebrated production.