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...ust be clapp'd i' th' Tower?
41 Or is it the fatal jar, again begun,
42 That from the red, white pricking Roses sprung?
43 Must Richmond's aid the Nobles now implore
44 To come and break the tushes of the Boar?
45 If none of these, dear Mother, what's your woe?
46 Pray, do not fear Spain's bragging Armado.
47 Doth your Ally, fair France, conspire your wrack,
48 Or doth the Scots play false behind your back?
49 Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love?
50 Whence is this sto...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne

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..., more than what they gave him,
when they sent him forth at the start,
alone over the waves, while still a baby. (ll. 43-46)

Nevertheless they set over him a golden standard,
high over his head, letting the seas bear him,
giving him to the spear-waves—their hearts grieving,
minds mourning. No man knows how to say truly,
among the hall-wise or heroes under heaven,
who took in those treasures. (ll. 47-52)

 

I.

Then in the strongholds was the Scylding Beow
th...Read more of this...

by Anonymous,

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...arsh be they that blame,) 
That note so piercing and profound 
Will shape and syllable its sound 
Into Zuleika's name. [43] 
'Tis from her cypress' summit heard, 
That melts in air the liquid word; 
'Tis from her lowly virgin earth 
That white rose takes its tender birth. 
There late was laid a marble stone; 
Eve saw it placed — the Morrow gone! 
It was no mortal arm that bore 
That deep fixed pillar to the shore; 
For there, as Helle's legends tell, 
Next morn 'twas found wh...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)

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...pint mugs

On the wall, not drinking but supping, wetting

Their whiskers and drying them off

On braided sleeves.





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Erich Fromm you’d know what I mean,

The blow was not my cold mother but the move

From the streets and Bruno Bettleheim,

Your idea of mataplets would fit

Margaret and me to a tee.



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My father you were deaf, then dead,

Hurling the words you could not hear

Against a wall of silence as with these

Words I try to heal you.

Father, hear me; in ...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry

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...ummer sun.

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Margaret, I am your before-dawn

Knocker-up, tapping my stick

Across your darkened window-pane.





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I am the Capstan Caf?’s

First customer of the day

The last child ever to play

On the Hollows; Margaret, hear me,

I know on Eden Street

Your spirit is near me.



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In the May dawn silence

I walk the cobbled road,

The houses gone for sixty years.



A single wallflower grows

On the ravaged bank.



I pluck the last leaf

Of the mauve forget-...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry

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...other

Test I failed, keeping me and

Margaret apart was like the Aztecs

Tearing the heart from the living flesh.





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Father, your office job

Didn’t save you

From the drugs

They never gave you.





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Isaiah, my son,

You made it back

From Balliol to Beeston

At a run via the

Playing fields of Eton.



There is a keening and a honing

And a winnowing in the wind

Winwaed’s water with red bluid blent....Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry

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...bsence night,
41 Quaternal seasons caused by thy might.
42 Hail Creature, full of sweetness, beauty, and delight! 

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43 Art thou so full of glory that no Eye
44 Hath strength thy shining Rays once to behold?
45 And is thy splendid Throne erect so high
46 As, to approach it, can no earthly mould?
47 How full of glory then must thy Creator be!
48 Who gave this bright light luster unto thee.
49 Admir'd, ador'd for ever be that Majesty! 

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50 Silent alone where none or saw ...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne

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...As he imagin'd Hero was his mother;
41 And oftentimes into her bosom flew,
42 About her naked neck his bare arms threw,
43 And laid his childish head upon her breast,
44 And with still panting rock'd there took his rest.
45 So lovely-fair was Hero, Venus' nun,
46 As Nature wept, thinking she was undone,
47 Because she took more from her than she left,
48 And of such wondrous beauty her bereft:
49 Therefore, in sign her treasure suffer'd wrack,
50 Since Hero's time hath half t...Read more of this...

by Marlowe, Christopher

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...d, 
40 Amid roaring horns. 

III 

41 Soon, with a noise like tambourines, 
42 Came her attendant Byzantines. 

43 They wondered why Susanna cried 
44 Against the elders by her side; 

45 And as they whispered, the refrain 
46 Was like a willow swept by rain. 

47 Anon, their lamps' uplifted flame 
48 Revealed Susanna and her shame. 

49 And then, the simpering Byzantines 
50 Fled, with a noise like tambourines. 

IV 

51 Beauty is momentary in the mind ...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace

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...arsh be they that blame,) 
That note so piercing and profound 
Will shape and syllable its sound 
Into Zuleika's name. [43] 
'Tis from her cypress' summit heard, 
That melts in air the liquid word; 
'Tis from her lowly virgin earth 
That white rose takes its tender birth. 
There late was laid a marble stone; 
Eve saw it placed — the Morrow gone! 
It was no mortal arm that bore 
That deep fixed pillar to the shore; 
For there, as Helle's legends tell, 
Next morn 'twas found wh...Read more of this...

by Byron, George (Lord)

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...A wordy, watery age 
41 That whispered to the sun's compassion, made 
42 A convocation, nightly, of the sea-stars, 
43 And on the cropping foot-ways of the moon 
44 Lay grovelling. Triton incomplicate with that 
45 Which made him Triton, nothing left of him, 
46 Except in faint, memorial gesturings, 
47 That were like arms and shoulders in the waves, 
48 Here, something in the rise and fall of wind 
49 That seemed hallucinating horn, and here, 
50 A sunken voice, b...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace

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...nd eke of bones;
That proved well, for *ov'r all where* he came, *wheresoever*
At wrestling he would bear away the ram.
He was short-shouldered, broad, a thicke gnarr*, *stump of wood
There was no door, that he n'old* heave off bar, *could not
Or break it at a running with his head.
His beard as any sow or fox was red,
And thereto broad, as though it were a spade.
Upon the cop* right of his nose he had *head 
A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs
Red as the bristl...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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...e day by your reason.
42. In what have I done wrong? What have I done? What have I omitted that I ought to have done?
43. If in this examination you find that you have done wrong, reprove yourself severely for it;
44. And if you have done any good, rejoice.
45. Practise thoroughly all these things; meditate on them well; you ought to love them with all your heart.
46. It is those that will put you in the way of divine virtue.
47. I swear it by he who has transmitted int...Read more of this...

by Pythagoras,

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...weetness as they found
Close-partnered each to each, and thinking soon
To be enwoven, long ere night to morning faced.

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At last Max spoke, "Dear Heart, this night is ours,
To watch it pale, together, into dawn,
Pressing our souls apart like opening flowers
Until our lives, through quivering bodies drawn,
Are mingled and confounded. Then, far spent,
Our eyes will close to undisturbed rest.
For that desired thing I leave you now.
To pinnacle this day's accomplishment,
By tel...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy

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...nay, ye ne'er
From me shall learn how sure the change and nigh,
When ye shall share our strength and mourn to share. 

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When parch'd with thirst, astray on sultry sand
The traveller faints, upon his closing ear
Steals a fantastic music: he may hear
The babbling fountain of his native land.
Before his eyes the vision seems to stand,
Where at its terraced brink the maids appear,
Who fill their deep urns at its waters clear,
And not refuse the help of lover's hand. 
O cruel j...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour

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...des strove,
  Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!(42)

  Declare, O Muse! in what ill-fated hour(43)
  Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended power
  Latona's son a dire contagion spread,(44)
  And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead;
  The king of men his reverent priest defied,(45)
  And for the king's offence the people died.

  For Chryses sought with costly gifts to gain
  His captive daughter from the victor's chain.
  Suppli...Read more of this...

by Homer,

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...nor richess,
Beauty, nor sleight, nor strength, nor hardiness
Ne may with Venus holde champartie*, *divided possession 
For as her liste the world may she gie*. *guide
Lo, all these folk so caught were in her las* *snare
Till they for woe full often said, Alas!
Suffice these ensamples one or two,
Although I could reckon a thousand mo'.

The statue of Venus, glorious to see
Was naked floating in the large sea,
And from the navel down all cover'd was
With waves green, and b...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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...ling through the Dusk an Angel Shape
Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and
He bid me taste of it; and 'twas—the Grape!

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The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The subtle Alchemist that in a Thrice
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.

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The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord,
That all the misbelieving and black Horde
Of Fears and Sorrows that infest the Soul
Scatters and slays with his enchanted Sword.

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But leave the Wi...Read more of this...

by Fitzgerald, Edward

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...ne 
39 On yonder hill. 

40 Quick I pass'd, following 
41 The wood-cutters' cart-track 
42 Down the dark valley;-I saw 
43 On my left, through the beeches,
44 Thy palace, Goddess, 
45 Smokeless, empty! 
46 Trembling, I enter'd; beheld 
47 The court all silent, 
48 The lions sleeping, 
49 On the altar this bowl. 
50 I drank, Goddess! 
51 And sank down here, sleeping, 
52 On the steps of thy portico. 

Circe. 

53 Foolish boy! Why tremblest thou?
54 Thou lovest it, then, my win...Read more of this...

by Arnold, Matthew

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...ches and his peace destroy,
41 New fears in dire vicissitude invade,
42 The rustling brake alarms, and quiv'ring shade,
43 Nor light nor darkness bring his pain relief.
44 One shews the plunder, and one hides the thief.

45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

49 Once more, Democritus, arise on earth,
50 With cheerful wisdom a...Read more of this...

by Johnson, Samuel

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