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The Voyage of Sleep |
Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton |
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To sleep I give myself away,
Unclasp the fetters of the mind,
Forget the sorrows of the day,
The burdens of the heart unbind.
With empty sail this tired bark
Drifts out upon the sea of rest,
While all the shore behind grows dark
And... |
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The Wail of Prometheus Bound |
Æschylus |
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From the Greek by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
From “Prometheus”
O HOLY Æther, and swift-winged Winds,
And River-wells, and laughter innumerous
Of yon Sea-waves! Earth, mother of us all,
And all-viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,—
Behold me a god, what... |
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The Waiting Chords |
Stephen Henry Thayer |
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Heedless she strayed from note to note,
A maid, scarce knowing that she sang;
The dainty accents from her throat
In undulations lightly rang.
She sang in laughing rhythms sweet;
A bird of spring was in her voice;
Till, on through measures... |
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The Walker of the Snow |
Charles Dawson Shanly |
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Speed on, speed on, good Master!
The camp lies far away;
We must cross the haunted valley
Before the close of day.
How the snow-blight came upon me
I will tell you as I go,—
The blight of the Shadow-hunter
Who walks the midnight... |
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The Walrus and the Carpenter |
Charles Lutwidge Dodgson |
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English |
From “Alice in Wonderland”
THE SUN was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily... |
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The Walrus and the Carpenter |
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'O Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
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The Wander-Lovers |
Richard Hovey |
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English |
Down the world with Marna!
That ’s the life for me!
Wandering with the wandering wind,
Vagabond and unconfined!
Roving with the roving rain
Its unboundaried domain!
Kith and kin of wander-kind,
Children of the sea!
Petrels of the... |
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The Wanderer’s Home |
Oliver Goldsmith |
1748 |
English |
From “The Traveller”
REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po,
Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor
Against the houseless stranger shuts the door,
Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste... |
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The Wants of Man |
John Quincy Adams |
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“man wants but little here below,
Nor wants that little long.”
’T is not with me exactly so;
But ’t is so in the song.
My wants are many and, if told,
Would muster many a score;
And were each wish a mint of gold,
I still should long... |
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The War |
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There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the South that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way.
Storm! storm! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the... |
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The Warden of the Cinque Ports |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
English |
A mist was driving down the British Channel,
The day was just begun,
And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,
Streamed the red autumn sun.
It glanced on flowing flag and rippling pennon,
And the white sails of ships;
And, from the... |
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The was a Young Lady of Bute |
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The was a Young Lady of Bute,
Who played on a silver-gilt flute;
She played several jigs,
To her uncle's white pigs,
That amusing Young Lady of Bute.
Pub. 1846
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The Washer Womans Song |
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The Washer Womans Song
I washd them out & washd them in
And they told me it was a great Sin
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The wasted fountains |
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"And their nobles have sent their little ones to the waters;
they came to the pits and found no water; they returned with
their vessels empty." -- Jeremiah XIV. 3.
When the fitful fever of the... |
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The Watch of a Swan |
Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt |
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I read somewhere that a swan, snow-white,
In the sun all day, in the moon all night,
Alone by a little grave would sit
Waiting, and watching it.
Up out of the lake her mate would rise,
And call her down with his piteous cries
Into the waters... |
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The Watch on the Rhine |
Max Schneckenburger |
1839 |
English |
Anonymous translation from the German
A VOICE 1 resounds like thunder-peal,
’Mid dashing waves and clang of steel:—
“The Rhine, the Rhine, the German Rhine!
Who guards to-day my stream divine?”
Chorus Dear Fatherland, no danger thine:
Firm... |
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The Watcher |
Sarah Josepha Hale |
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The night was dark and fearful,
The blast swept wailing by;
A watcher, pale and tearful,
Looked forth with anxious eye:
How wistfully she gazes—
No gleam of morn is there!
And then her heart upraises
Its agony of prayer.
... |
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The Watchers |
Arlo Bates |
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We must be nobler for our dead, be sure,
Than for the quick. We might their living eyes
Deceive with gloss of seeming; but all lies
Were vain to cheat a prescience spirit-pure.
Our soul’s true worth and aim, however poor,
They see who watch us from some... |
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The Water-Lily |
John Banister Tabb |
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Whence, o fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?
Art thou from the snowy zone
Of a mountain-summit blown,
Or the blossom of a dream,
Fashioned in the foamy... |
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The Water-Lily |
John Banister Tabb |
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English |
Whence, O fragrant form of light,
Hast thou drifted through the night,
Swanlike, to a leafy nest,
On the restless waves, at rest?
Art thou from the snowy zone
Of a mountain-summit blown,
Or the blossom of a dream,
Fashioned in the foamy... |
