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A Madrigal

© William Shakespeare

Crabbed Age and Youth

Cannot live together:

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OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)

© Alfred Tennyson

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
 Thou madest man, he knows not why,
 He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

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'Ware Wire!

© Jessie Pope

WHEN the beagles are running like steam,

When the plough is as sticky as glue,

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An Hymne In Honour Of Love

© Edmund Spenser

Why then do I this honor unto thee,
Thus to ennoble thy victorious name,
Sith thou doest shew no favour unto mee,
Ne once move ruth in that rebellious dame,

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My Hunting Song

© Charles Kingsley

Forward! Hark forward's the cry!

One more fence and we're out on the open,

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The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

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The K A Boys

© Jessie Pope

Dr-rud dr-rud dr-rud dr-rud

Kitchener's Army on the march

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The Shepherds Calendar - July (2nd version)

© John Clare

July the month of summers prime
Again resumes her busy time
Scythes tinkle in each grassy dell
Where solitude was wont to dwell

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Seeing Thou Art Fair

© Ovid

SEEING thou art fair, I bar not thy false playing,

But let not me poor soul know of thy straying.

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?

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Psalm CIV. Paraphrased

© James Thomson

To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.

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The Rivulet

© William Cullen Bryant

This little rill, that from the springs
Of yonder grove its current brings,
Plays on the slope a while, and then
Goes prattling into groves again,

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The Roman: A Dramatic Poem

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.

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The Twa Dogs

© Robert Burns

'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.

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You

© Edgar Albert Guest

You are the fellow that has to decide

Whether you'll do it or toss it aside.

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To Cordelia

© Mark Akenside

JULY, 1740.

From pompous life's dull masquerade,

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The Mind’s Diet

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

No life worth naming ever comes to good
If always nourished on the selfsame food;
The creeping mite may live so if he please,
And feed on Stilton till he turns to cheese,
But cool Magendie proves beyond a doubt,
If mammals try it, that their eyes drop out.

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Inscription 06 - For A Monument In The New Forest

© Robert Southey

This is the place where William's kingly power

Did from their poor and peaceful homes expel,

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Expostulation

© William Cowper

Why weeps the muse for England? What appears

In England's case to move the muse to tears?

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Virgils Gnat

© Edmund Spenser

And whatsoeuer other flowre of worth,
And whatso other hearb of louely hew
The iouyous Spring out of the ground brings forth,
To cloath her selfe in colours fresh and new;
He planted there, and reard a mount of earth,
In whose high front was writ as doth ensue.