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The Captains

© Henry Lawson

The Captains sailed in rotten ships, with often rotten crews,
Because their lands were ignorant and meaner than the ooze;
With money furnished them by Greed, or by ambition mean,
When they had crawled to some pig-faced, pig-hearted king or queen.

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The Dance To Death. Act V

© Emma Lazarus


LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky?  My heart is sick.

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Reflections Of King Hezekiah, In His Sickness

© Hannah More

"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.

What! and no more? - Is this, my soul, said I,

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The Sack Of Baltimore

© Thomas Osborne Davis

I.

The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles--

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Faith And Despondency

© Emily Jane Brontë

"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;-

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Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey

© William Wordsworth

Five years have past; five summers, with the length

Of five long winters! and again I hear

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On Reading The Controversy Between Lord Byron And Mr Bowles

© Barron Field

WHETHER a ship's poetic? - Bowles would own,

If here he dwelt, where Nature is prosaic,

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The Pierrot Of The Minute

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

_A glade in the Parc due Petit Trianon. In the centre a Doric temple with
steps coming down the stage. On the left a little Cupid on a pedestal.
Twilight._

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Orlando Furioso Canto 3

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT


Restored to sense, the beauteous Bradamant

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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

‘Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

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The Picture Of Sappho

© Caroline Norton

FAME, to thy breaking heart
No comfort could impart,
In vain thy brow the laurel wreath was wearing;
One grief and one alone
Could bow thy bright head down--
Thou wert a WOMAN, and wert left despairing!

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Egypt Unvisited. Suggested by Mr. Roberts' Egyptian Sketches

© Alaric Alexander Watts

The poetry of earth is fading fast;

It hath no region it can call its own;

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Neatness In Apparel

© Charles Lamb

In your garb and outward clothing
 A reservëd plainness use;
By their neatness more distinguished
 Than the brightness of their hues.

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Sordello: Book the Second

© Robert Browning


  What next? The curtains see
Dividing! She is there; and presently
He will be there-the proper You, at length-
In your own cherished dress of grace and strength:
Most like, the very Boniface!

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Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II

© Samuel Butler

Next him his Son and Heir Apparent
Succeeded, though a lame vicegerent;
Who first laid by the Parliament,
The only crutch on which he leant;
And then sunk underneath the State,
That rode him above horseman's weight.

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The Execution Of Montrose

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

COME hither, Evan Cameron!  

 Come, stand beside my knee:  

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The Fate Of An Innocent Dog

© George Moses Horton

When Tiger left his native yard,
He did not many ills regard,
A fleet and harmless cur;
Indeed, he was a trusty dog,

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The Voice And Pen

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Oh! the orator's voice is a mighty power,
As it echoes from shore to shore,
And the fearless pen has more sway o'er men
Than the murderous cannon's roar!

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The Kings Prophecie

© Joseph Hall

What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?

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The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  _Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
  to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
  hate, of doing and daring!