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The Other World |
Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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It lies around us like a cloud,—
A world we do not see;
Yet the sweet closing of an eye
May bring us there to be.
Its gentle breezes fan our cheek;
Amid our worldly cares
Its gentle voices whisper love,
And mingle with our prayers... |
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The Outer — from the Inner |
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The Outer — from the Inner
Derives its Magnitude —
'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according
As is the Central Mood —
The fine — unvarying Axis
That regulates the Wheel —
Though Spokes — spin — more conspicuous... |
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The Outlet (Dickinson) |
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My river runs to thee :
Blue sea, wilt welcome me ?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously !
I'll fetch thee brooks
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The overtakelessness of those |
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The overtakelessness of those
Who have accomplished Death
Majestic is to me beyond
The majesties of Earth.
The soul her "Not at Home"
Inscribes upon the flesh —
And takes her fair aerial gait
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The Owl |
Bryan Waller Procter |
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English |
In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
The spectral owl doth dwell;
Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,
But at dusk he ’s abroad and well!
Not a bird of the forest e’er mates with him;
All mock him outright by day;
But at night,... |
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The Owl and the Pussy-cat |
Edward Lear |
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English |
I.
the Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat:
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy, O... |
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The Ox |
Giosuè Carducci |
1855 |
English |
From the Italian by Frank Sewall
From the “Poesie”
I LOVE thee, pious ox; a gentle feeling
Of vigor and of peace thou giv’st my heart.
How solemn, like a monument, thou art!
Over wide fertile fields thy calm gaze stealing,
Unto the yoke with... |
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The Oxford book of Italian verse |
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The O’Lincoln Family |
Wilson Flagg |
1825 |
English |
A Flock of merry singing-birds were sporting in the grove:
Some were warbling cheerily, and some were making love:
There were Bobolincon, Wadolincon, Winter seeble, Conquedle,—
A livelier set was never led by tabor, pipe, or fiddle—
Crying, “Phew, shew, Wadolincon... |
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The Palm and the Pine |
Heinrich Heine |
1817 |
English |
From the German by Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton
BENEATH an Indian palm a girl
Of other blood reposes;
Her cheek is clear and pale as pearl
Amid that wild of roses.
Beside a northern pine a boy
Is leaning fancy-bound,
Nor... |
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The Palm-Tree |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
1827 |
English |
Is it the palm, the cocoa-palm,
On the Indian Sea, by the isles of balm?
Or is it a ship in the breezeless calm?
A ship whose keel is of palm beneath,
Whose ribs of palm have a palm-bark sheath,
And a rudder of palm it steereth with.
Branches... |
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The Pannikin Poet |
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There's nothing here sublime,
But just a roving rhyme,
Run off to pass the time,
With nought titanic in.
The theme that it supports,
And, though it treats of quarts,
It's bare of golden thoughts --
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The Pantheon |
Lord Byron |
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English |
From “Childe Harold,” Canto IV.
SIMPLE, erect, severe, austere, sublime,—
Shrine of all saints and temple of all gods,
From Jove to Jesus,—spared and blest by time;
Looking tranquillity, while falls or nods
Arch, empire, each thing round thee, and... |
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The Paradox (Donne) |
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No lover saith, I love, nor any other
Can judge a perfect lover;
He thinks that else none can or will agree,
That any loves but he;
I... |
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The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, |
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The parasol is the umbrella's daughter,
And associates with a fan
While her father abuts the tempest
And abridges the rain.
The former assists a siren
In her serene display;
But her father is borne... |
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The park |
Ernest d'Hervilly |
1859 |
French |
Sa Seigneurie est sur le continent. - Les hêtres
Sous lesquels Robin-Hood jadis tendit son arc
Mugissent, défeuillés, au fond du noble Park.
Blackwood-Castle est désert ; closes sont les fenêtres.
Rivière de high-life, à travers un gazon
Ratissé sans relâche,... |
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The Parting Glass |
Philip Freneau |
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The man that joins in life’s career
And hopes to find some comfort here,
To rise above this earthly mass,—
The only way ’s to drink his glass.
But still, on this uncertain stage
Where hopes and fears the soul engage,
And while, amid the joyous... |
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The Parting Lovers |
Anonymous |
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English |
From the Chinese by William. R. Alger
SHE says, “The cock crows,—hark!”
He says, “No! still ’t is dark.”
She says, “The dawn grows bright,”
He says, “O no, my Light.”
She says, “Stand up and say,
Gets not the heaven gray?”
He says, “... |
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The Parting of the Ways - Gilder |
Joseph B |
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English |
Untrammelled Giant of the West,
With all of Nature’s gifts endowed,
With all of Heaven’s mercies blessed,
Nor of thy power unduly proud—
Peerless in courage, force, and skill,
And godlike in thy strength of will,—
Before thy feet the ways... |
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The Passage |
Ludwig Uhland |
1807 |
English |
From the German by Sarah Taylor Austin
MANY a year is in its grave
Since I crossed this restless wave:
And the evening, fair as ever,
Shines on ruin, rock, and river.
Then in this same boat beside,
Sat two comrades old and tried,—
One... |
