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...this present maim,
59 But foreign Foe nor feigned friend I fear,
60 For they have work enough, thou knowest, elsewhere.
61 Nor is it Alcie's son and Henry's Daughter
62 Whose proud contention cause this slaughter;
63 Nor Nobles siding to make John no King,
64 French Louis unjustly to the Crown to bring;
65 No Edward, Richard, to lose rule and life,
66 Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife;
67 No Crook-backt Tyrant now usurps the Seat, 68 Whose tearing tusks did wound, and k...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne

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...her Did Not Care to Hear him Talking Everywhere.
60 He did not Tease, he did Not Cry, but he was Always Asking 'WHY?' 

61 URIAH Never Licked his Knife, nor Sucked his Fingers, in his Life.
62 He Never Reached, to Help Himself, the Sugar Bowl upon the Shelf.
63 He Never Popped his Cherry Pits; but he had Horrid Sulky Fits!

64 To See young VIVIUS at his Work, you Knew he 'd Never Try to Shirk.
65 The Most Unpleasant Things he 'd Do, if but his Mother Asked him To.
66 But when...Read more of this...

by Burgess, Gelett

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...r
at fifty-nine I flew from Prague to Havana in eighteen hours
I never saw Lenin I stood watch at his coffin in '24
in '61 the tomb I visit is his books
they tried to tear me away from my party
 it didn't work
nor was I crushed under the falling idols
in '51 I sailed with a young friend into the teeth of death
in '52 I spent four months flat on my back with a broken heart
 waiting to die
I was jealous of the women I loved
I didn't envy Charlie Chaplin one bit
I deceived my wo...Read more of this...

by Hikmet, Nazim

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...r-taking,
cherished by the people. He accepted it gladly,
the feasting and the hall-flagon, a king victory-bold. (ll. 611-19)

Then the lady of the Helmings rounded throughout,
giving the jeweled cup to young and old,
on every side until that time arrived
when the ring-laden queen brought the mead-horn
to Beowulf, illustrious in spirit.
She greeted the Geat chieftain and gave thanks to God,
wordfully wisdom-fast, so that her wish should come true,
that she could an...Read more of this...

by Anonymous,

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...r ten-year old self

Wearing a washed-out flower-patterned

Frock, navy-blue knickers and black

Laceless runners.





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Equally poets at fifty-four don’t

Have that much going for them,

White hair and beard and bags under

My eyes but with some surprise I can

Still make love with passion.





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I guessed you’d be a single parent

Like your mam, in a Seacroft tower

Block with lifts that don’t work and

Graffiti the nearest thing to poetry

And close to your grown...Read more of this...

by Tebb, Barry

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...icket bear a second part.
59 They kept one tune and played on the same string,
60 Seeming to glory in their little Art.
61 Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise
62 And in their kind resound their maker's praise
63 Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays? 

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64 When present times look back to Ages past
65 And men in being fancy those are dead,
66 It makes things gone perpetually to last
67 And calls back months and years that long since fled.
68 It make...Read more of this...

by Bradstreet, Anne

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...I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I'm held in the honour of your love

Then overnight, the wrold truns suor
61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR
I'M A L 0 N E...Read more of this...

by Milligan, Spike

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...lden fleece.
59 Fair Cynthia wish'd his arms might be her sphere;
60 Grief makes her pale, because she moves not there.
61 His body was as straight as Circe's wand;
62 Jove might have sipt out nectar from his hand.
63 Even as delicious meat is to the taste,
64 So was his neck in touching, and surpast
65 The white of Pelops' shoulder: I could tell ye,
66 How smooth his breast was, and how white his belly;
67 And whose immortal fingers did imprint
68 That heavenly path with man...Read more of this...

by Marlowe, Christopher

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...Christ our High Priest and King.

Rev. 1:5-7. 

Now to the Lord, that makes us know
The wonders of his dying love,
Be humble honors paid below,
And strains of nobler praise above.

'Twas he that cleansed our foulest sins,
And washed us in his richest blood;
'Tis he that makes us priests and kings,
And brings us rebels near to God.

To Jesus, our atoning Pr...Read more of this...

by Watts, Isaac

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58 The cowl of winter, done repenting. 
59 So maidens die, to the auroral 
60 Celebration of a maiden's choral. 

61 Susanna's music touched the bawdy strings 
62 Of those white elders; but, escaping, 
63 Left only Death's ironic scraping. 
64 Now, in its immortality, it plays 
65 On the clear viol of her memory, 
66 And makes a constant sacrament of praise....Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace

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...ung on his spirit like a frost, 
59 The dead brine melted in him like a dew 
60 Of winter, until nothing of himself 
61 Remained, except some starker, barer self 
62 In a starker, barer world, in which the sun 
63 Was not the sun because it never shone 
64 With bland complaisance on pale parasols, 
65 Beetled, in chapels, on the chaste bouquets. 
66 Against his pipping sounds a trumpet cried 
67 Celestial sneering boisterously. Crispin 
68 Became an introspective vo...Read more of this...

by Stevens, Wallace

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...oke my mother's heart in two. 
I sometimes go without my dinner 
Now that I know the times I've gi'n her.

From '51 to '61 
I cut my teeth and took to fun. 
I learned what not to be afraid of 
And what stuff women's lips are made of; 
I learned with what a rosy feeling 
Good ale makes floors seem like the ceiling, 
And how the moon give shiny light 
To lads as roll home singing by't. 
My blood did leap, my flesh did revel, 
Saul Kane was tokened to the devil. 

From '61 to'71...Read more of this...

by Masefield, John

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...or by my troth, if that I shall not lie,
I saw not this year such a company
At once in this herberow*, am is now. *inn 
Fain would I do you mirth, an* I wist* how. *if I knew*
And of a mirth I am right now bethought.
To do you ease*, and it shall coste nought. *pleasure
Ye go to Canterbury; God you speed,
The blissful Martyr *quite you your meed*; *grant you what
And well I wot, as ye go by the way, you deserve*
Ye *shapen you* to talken and to play: *intend to*
For truel...Read more of this...

by Chaucer, Geoffrey

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...p and down; nor do they perceive it.
60. Instead of provoking and stirring it up, they ought to avoid it by yielding.
61. Oh! Jupiter, our Father! If you would deliver men from all the evils that oppress them,
62. Show them of what daemon they make use.
63. But take courage; the race of humans is divine.
64. Sacred nature reveals to them the most hidden mysteries.
65. If she impart to you her secrets, you will easily perform all the things which I have ordained thee.
6...Read more of this...

by Pythagoras,

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...ime's egg, you give
Me love. I feel it. Dearest Dear, this stroke
Shall never part us, I will reach to where you are."

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His burning eyeballs stared into the dark.
The moon had long been set. And still he cried:
"Christine! My Love! Christine!" A 
sudden spark
Pricked through the gloom, and shortly Max espied
With his uncertain vision, so within
Distracted he could scarcely trust its truth,
A latticed window where a crimson gleam
Spangled the blackness, and hung from a pin,...Read more of this...

by Lowell, Amy

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...oments still my care:
O love, sweet love, earthly love, love difvine,
Say'st thou to-day, O love, that thou art mine? 

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The dark and serious angel, who so long
Vex'd his immortal strength in charge of me,
Hath smiled for joy and fled in liberty
To take his pastime with the peerless throng.
Oft had I done his noble keeping wrong,
Wounding his heart to wonder what might be
God's purpose in a soul of such degree;
And there he had left me but for mandate strong. 
But seeing th...Read more of this...

by Bridges, Robert Seymour

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...ould articulate, while others not:
And suddenly one more impatient cried— 
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?"

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Then said another—"Surely not in vain
My Substance from the common Earth was ta'en,
That He who subtly wrought me into Shape
Should stamp me back to common Earth again."

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Another said—"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy,

Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fancy, in an after Rage destroy!"

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None ...Read more of this...

by Fitzgerald, Edward

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...
57 The red, creaming liquor,
58 Strown with dark seeds! 
59 Drink, thee! I chide thee not, 
60 Deny thee not my bowl. 
61 Come, stretch forth thy hand, thee-so! 
62 Drink-drink again! 

The Youth. 

63 Thanks, gracious one! 
64 Ah, the sweet fumes again! 
65 More soft, ah me, 
66 More subtle-winding 
67 Than Pan's flute-music! 
68 Faint-faint! Ah me, 
69 Again the sweet sleep! 

Circe. 

70 Hist! Thou-within there! 
71 Come forth, Ulysses! 
72 Art tired with hunting? 
73 Whi...Read more of this...

by Arnold, Matthew

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...s unwieldy state;
59 Where change of fav'rites made no change of laws,
60 And senates heard before they judg'd a cause;
61 How wouldst thou shake at Britain's modish tribe,
62 Dart the quick taunt, and edge the piercing gibe?
63 Attentive truth and nature to decry,
64 And pierce each scene with philosophic eye.
65 To thee were solemn toys or empty show,
66 The robes of pleasure and the veils of woe:
67 All aid the farce, and all thy mirth maintain,
68 Whose joys are causeless...Read more of this...

by Johnson, Samuel

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...the Board,
58 I'm queen myself at bals-par?,
59 I've married a rich old lord,
60 And you're dubbed knight and an R.A.

61 Each life unfulfilled, you see;
62 It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:
63 We have not sighed deep, laughed free,
64 Starved, feasted, despaired,--been happy.

65 And nobody calls you a dunce,
66 And people suppose me clever:
67 This could but have happened once,
68 And we missed it, lost it for ever....Read more of this...

by Browning, Robert

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