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The Three Little Kittens |
Eliza Lee Follen |
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(a Cat’s Tale, with Additions)
THREE little kittens lost their mittens;
And they began to cry,
O mother dear,
We very much fear
That we have lost our mittens.
Lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!... |
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The Three Scars |
George Walter Thornbury |
1848 |
English |
This I got on the day that Goring
Fought through York, like a wild beast roaring—
The roofs were black, and the streets were full,
The doors built up with packs of wool;
But our pikes made way through a storm of shot,
Barrel to barrel till locks grew hot;... |
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The Three Warnings |
Hester Lynch Thrale |
1761 |
English |
The Tree of deepest root is found
Least willing still to quit the ground;
’T was therefore said by ancient sages,
That love of life increased with years
So much, that in our latter stages,
When pains grow sharp and sickness rages,
The greatest... |
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The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for |
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The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
It's fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude —
The desolation only missed
While Rapture changed it's Dress
And stood arrayed before the... |
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The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
English |
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in... |
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The Tiger |
William Blake |
1777 |
English |
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burned the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize... |
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The Time for Prayer |
Georgiana Bennett |
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English |
WHEN is the time for prayer?
With the first beams that light the morning’s sky,
Ere for the toils of day thou dost prepare,
Lift up thy thoughts on high;
Commend the loved ones to his watchful care:
Morn is the time for prayer!
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The Tint I cannot take — is best — |
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The Tint I cannot take — is best —
The Color too remote
That I could show it in Bazaar —
A Guinea at a sight —
The fine — impalpable Array —
That swaggers on the eye
Like Cleopatra's Company —
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The Toilet |
Alexander Pope |
1708 |
English |
From “The Rape of the Lock,” Canto I.
AND now, unveiled, the toilet stands displayed,
Each silver vase in mystic order laid.
First, robed in white, the nymph intent adores,
With head uncovered, the cosmetic powers.
A heavenly image in the glass appears,... |
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The Token |
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English |
SEND me some tokens, that my hope may live
Or that my easeless thoughts may sleep and rest;
Send me some honey, to make sweet my hive,
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The Torn Hat |
Nathaniel Parker Willis |
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English |
There ’s something in a noble boy,
A brave, free-hearted, careless one,
With his unchecked, unbidden joy,
His dread of books and love of fun—
And in his clear and ready smile,
Unshaded by a thought of guile,
And unrepressed by sadness—... |
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The Town of Hay |
Sam Walter Foss |
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English |
The town of Hay is far away,
The town of Hay is far;
Between its hills of green and gray
Its winding meadows are.
Within the quiet town of Hay
Is many a quiet glen,
And there by many a shaded way
Are homes of quiet men:
And... |
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The Travellers - De Wolfe Howe |
Mark A |
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English |
They made them ready and we saw them go
Out of our very lives;
Yet this world holds them all,
And soon it must befall
That we shall know
How this one fares, how that one thrives;
And one day—who knows when?
They shall be with us here again... |
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The Travelling Post Office |
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English |
The roving breezes come and go, the reed beds sweep pand sway,
The sleepy river murmurs low, and loiters on its way,
It is the land of lots o' time along the Castlereagh.
The old man's son had left the farm, he found it dull and slow,... |
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The Treason of an accent |
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English |
The Treason of an accent
Might Ecstasy transfer —
Of her effacing Fathom
Is no Recoverer —
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The Treason of an Accent
Might vilify the Joy —
To breathe — corrode the rapture
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The Treasures of the Deep |
Felicia Dorothea Hemans |
1813 |
English |
What hid’st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?
Thou hollow-sounding and mysterious main!—
Pale glistening pearls and rainbow-colored shells,
Bright things which gleam unrecked of and in vain!—
Keep, keep thy riches, melancholy sea!
We ask... |
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The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung — |
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The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung —
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun —
Far Psalteries of Summer —
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy —
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The Triple Fool |
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I am two fools, I know,
For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry;
But where's...
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The Triumph of Christ |
Dante Alighieri |
1285 |
English |
Translated by Henry Francis Cary
Selections from “The Divine Comedy”
Paradise: Canto XIV.
AND lo! forthwith there rose up round about
A lustre, over that already there;
Of equal clearness, like the brightening up
Of the horizon. As at evening hour... |
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The Triumphs of Owen. A Fragment |
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