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The Castaway (Cowper) |
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OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky,
Th' Atlantic billows roar'd,
When such a destin'd wretch as I,
Wash'd headlong from on board,
Of friends, of hope, of all bereft,
His floating home forever left.
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The Castle of Indolence |
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The Castle Ruins |
William Barnes |
1821 |
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A Happy day at Whitsuntide,
As soon ’s the zun begun to vall,
We all strolled up the steep hill-zide
To Meldon, gret an’ small;
Out where the Castle wall stood high
A-mwoldrèn to the zunny sky.
An’ there wi’ Jenny took a stroll
Her... |
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The Cat And Fiddle. To The Favourite Cat Of A Fiddling Miser. |
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THRICE happy cat, if, in thy A— House,
Thou luckily shouldst find a half-starv'd mouse;
The mice, that only for his music stay,
Are proofs that Orpheus did not better play.
Thou too, if danger could alarm thy fears... |
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The Cataract of Lodore |
Robert Southey |
1794 |
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Described in “Rhymes for the Nursery”
“HOW does the water
Come down at Lodore!”
My little boy asked me
Thus, once on a time;
And moreover he tasked me
To tell him in rhyme.
Anon at the... |
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The Cattle of His Hand |
Wilbur Underwood |
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All night long through the starlit air and the stillness,
Through the cool wanness of dawn and the burning of noontide,
Onward we strain with a mighty resounding of hoof-beats.
Heaven and earth are ashake with the terrible trampling;
Wild, straying feet of a... |
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The Cause of the South |
Abram Joseph Ryan |
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From “Sentinel Songs”
THE FALLEN cause still waits,—
Its bard has not come yet,
His song—through one of to-morrow’s gates
Shall shine—but never set.
But when he comes—he ’ll sweep
A harp with tears all stringed,
And the very notes he... |
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The Cavalier’s Song |
William Motherwell |
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A Steed! a steed of matchlesse speed,
A sword of metal keene!
All else to noble heartes is drosse,
All else on earth is meane.
The neighyinge of the war-horse prowde,
The rowlinge of the drum,
The clangor of the trumpet lowde,
Be... |
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The Cave of Sleep |
Edmund Spenser |
1572 |
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From “The Faërie Queene,” Book I. Canto I.
HE, making speedy way through spersèd ayre,
And through the world of waters wide and deepe,
To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire,
Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe,
And low, where dawning day... |
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The Caverns of the Grave Ive seen |
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The Caverns of the Grave Ive seen
And these I shewd to Englands Queen
But now the Caves of Hell I view
Who shall I dare to shew them to
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The Celestial Passion |
Richard Watson Gilder |
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O white and midnight sky! O starry bath!
Wash me in thy pure, heavenly, crystal flood;
Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath;
Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood!
Receive my soul, ye burning, awful deeps;
Touch and baptize me with the... |
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The Cello |
Richard Watson Gilder |
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When late I heard the trembling cello play,
In every face I read sad memories
That from dark, secret chambers where they lay
Rose, and looked forth from melancholy eyes.
So every mournful thought found there a tone
To match despondence: sorrow knew its... |
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The Cello |
Richard Watson Gilder |
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When late I heard the trembling cello play,
In every face I read sad memories
That from dark, secret chambers where they lay
Rose, and looked forth from melancholy eyes.
So every mournful thought found there a tone
To match despondence: sorrow knew its... |
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The Chambered Nautilus |
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,—
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea... |
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The Chambered Nautilus |
Oliver Wendell Holmes |
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This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign,
Sails the unshadowed main,—
The venturous bark that flings
On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings
In gulfs enchanted, where the Siren sings,
And coral reefs lie bare,
Where the cold sea... |
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The Changed Cross |
Mrs. Charles Hobart |
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It was a time of sadness, and my heart,
Although it knew and loved the better part,
Felt wearied with the conflict and the strife,
And all the needful discipline of life.
And while I thought on these, as given to me,
My trial-tests of faith and love to... |
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The Chanting Cherubs |
Richard Henry Dana |
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whence come ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
Or from a shining star?
Ye sure are sent, a blessed boon,
From kinder worlds afar;
For, while I look, my heart is all delight:
Earth has no creatures half so pure and bright.
From moon nor... |
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The Chaperon |
Henry Cuyler Bunner |
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I take my chaperon to the play—
She thinks she ’s taking me.
And the gilded youth who owns the box,
A proud young man is he;
But how would his young heart be hurt
If he could only know
That not for his sweet sake I go
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The Character of a Happy Life |
Sir Henry Wotton |
1588 |
English |
How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another’s will;
Whose armor is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill!
Whose passions not his masters are;
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world with... |
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The Charge of the Heavy Brigade at Balaclava |
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PROLOGUE TO GENERAL HAMLEY
Our birches yellowing and from each
The light leaf falling fast,
While squirrels from... |
