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The Rhine |
Lord Byron |
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English |
To His Sister
“Childe Harold,” Canto III.
THE CASTLED crag of Drachenfels
Frowns o’er the wide and winding Rhine,
Whose breast of waters broadly swells
Between the banks which bear the vine,
And hills all rich with blossomed trees,
And... |
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The Rhodora |
Ralph Waldo Emerson |
1823 |
English |
In may, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook.
The purple petals, fallen in the pool,
Made the black water with their beauty... |
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The Rhodora |
Ralph Waldo Emerson |
1823 |
English |
Lines on Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?
IN May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh rhodora in the woods,
Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook,
To please the desert and the sluggish brook:
The purple petals fallen in the pool... |
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The Riddle we can guess |
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English |
The Riddle we can guess
We speedily despise —
Not anything is stale so long
As Yesterday's surprise —
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The Ride to Cherokee |
Amelia Walstien Carpenter |
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English |
It ’s only we, Grimalkin, both fond and fancy free,
So do your best, my beauty, for a home for you and me;
For you the oats and leisure, for me the pipe and book,
With sometimes, just at sunset, the long gray eastward look.
For once there was another: ah, Kathrine... |
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The Ride to the Lady |
Helen Gray Cone |
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English |
“now since mine even is come at last,—
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel,—
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!
Of fingering leech I have no need!”
The chaplain clasped his mailëd knee... |
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The Right Must Win |
Frederick William Faber |
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English |
O, It is hard to work for God,
To rise and take his part
Upon this battle-field of earth,
And not sometimes lose heart!
He hides himself so wondrously,
As though there were no God;
He is least seen when all the powers
Of ill are... |
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The right to perish might be thought |
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The right to perish might be thought
An undisputed right —
Attempt it, and the Universe
Upon the opposite
Will concentrate its officers —
You cannot even die
But nature and mankind must pause
... |
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The Riot |
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English |
Old England, alas! what is come to thy sons!
Such rioting over the Capital runs
That has not been seen for a cent'ry before.
A rabble like that at a country wake,
when a poor harmless bull is fast tied to a stake,
... |
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The Rise of Man |
John White Chadwick |
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English |
Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned
Through countless ages of the morning world,
Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled,
Next to the senseless crystal slowly turned,
Then to the plant which grew to something more,—
Humblest of creatures that... |
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The Rise of Man |
John White Chadwick |
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English |
Thou for whose birth the whole creation yearned
Through countless ages of the morning world,
Who, first in fiery vapors dimly hurled,
Next to the senseless crystal slowly turned,
Then to the plant which grew to something more,—
Humblest of creatures that... |
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The Road Not Taken |
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English |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as... |
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The Road to Paradise is plain, |
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English |
The Road to Paradise is plain,
And holds scarce one.
Not that it is not firm
But we presume
A Dimpled Road
Is more preferred.
The Belles of Paradise are few —
Not me — nor you —
But... |
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The Road was lit with Moon and star — |
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The Road was lit with Moon and star —
The Trees were bright and still —
Descried I — by the distant Light
A Traveller on a Hill —
To magic Perpendiculars
Ascending, though Terrene —
Unknown his shimmering... |
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The Roast Beef of Old England |
Henry Fielding |
1727 |
English |
When mighty roast beef was the Englishman’s food,
It ennobled our hearts, and enrichèd our blood;
Our soldiers were brave, and our courtiers were good.
O, the Roast Beef of old England,
And O, the old English Roast Beef!
But since we... |
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The Robin for the Crumb |
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English |
The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.
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The Robin is a Gabriel |
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The Robin is a Gabriel
In humble circumstances —
His Dress denotes him socially,
Of Transport's Working Classes —
He has the punctuality
Of the New England Farmer —
The same oblique integrity,
... |
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The Robin is the One |
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English |
The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried — few — express Reports
When March is scarcely on —
The Robin is the One
That overflow the Noon
With her cherubic quantity —
An... |
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune — |
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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune —
Because I grow — where Robins do —
But, were I Cuckoo born —
I'd swear by him —
The ode familiar — rules the Noon —
The Buttercup's, my Whim for Bloom —
Because, we're... |
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The Rock and the Sea |
Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
1880 |
English |
The Rock
i AM the Rock, presumptuous Sea!
I am set to encounter thee.
Angry and loud, or gentle and still,
I am set here to limit thy power, and I will—
I am the Rock!
I am the Rock. From age to age
I scorn thy fury and dare thy... |