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The Fall |
John Milton |
1628 |
English |
From “Paradise Lost,” Book IX.
HE ended, and his words replete with guile
Into her heart too easy entrance won:
Fixed on the fruit she gazed, which to behold
Might tempt alone, and in her ears the sound
Yet rung of persuasive words, impregned
With... |
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The Fall of Cardinal Wolsey |
William Shakespeare |
1584 |
English |
From “King Henry VIII.,” Act III. Sc. 2.
CROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let ’s dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And—when I am forgotten, as I... |
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The Fall of Niagara |
John Gardiner Calkins Brainard |
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English |
The Thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain,
While I look upward to thee. It would seem
As if God poured thee from his hollow hand,
And hung his bow upon thine awful front,
And spoke in that loud voice which seemed to him
Who dwelt in Patmos for his... |
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The Fall of Troy |
Virgil |
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English |
From the Latin by Sir Charles Bowen
From The “Æneid”
ÆNEAS, speaking to Dido, Queen of Carthage
FORWARD we fare,
Called to the palace of Priam by war-shouts rending the air.
Here of a truth raged battle, as though no combats beside
Reigned elsewhere... |
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The Fallen |
John Vance Cheney |
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English |
(In Memoriam, May 30)
I.
TOLL the slow bell,
Toll the low bell,
Toll, toll,
Make dole
For them that wrought so well.
Come, come,
With muffled drum
And wailing lorn
Of dolorous horn;
The solemn measure slow... |
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The Fallow Field |
Julia Caroline Ripley Dorr |
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English |
The sun comes up and the sun goes down;
The night mist shroudeth the sleeping town;
But if it be dark or if it be day,
If the tempests beat or the breezes play,
Still here on this upland slope I lie,
Looking up to the changeful sky.
Naught am I... |
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The Family Skeleton |
George Meredith |
1848 |
English |
From “Modern Love”
AT dinner she is hostess, I am host.
Went the feast ever cheerfuller? She keeps
The topic over intellectual deeps
In buoyancy afloat. They see no ghost.
With sparkling surface-eyes we ply the ball:
It is in truth a most contagious... |
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The Farewell |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
1827 |
English |
gone, gone,—sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
Where the slave-whip ceaseless swings,
Where the noisome insect stings,
Where the fever demon strews
Poison with the falling dews,
Where the sickly sunbeams glare
Through... |
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The farthest Thunder that I heard |
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The farthest Thunder that I heard
Was nearer than the Sky
And rumbles still, though torrid Noons
Have lain their missiles by —
The Lightning that preceded it
Struck no one but myself —
But I would not... |
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The fascinating chill that music leaves |
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English |
The fascinating chill that music leaves
Is Earth's corroboration
Of Ecstasy's impediment —
'Tis Rapture's germination
In timid and tumultuous soil
A fine — estranging creature —
To something upper wooing... |
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The Faun |
Richard Hovey |
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English |
A Fragment
I WILL go out to grass with that old King,
For I am weary of clothes and cooks.
I long to lie along the banks of brooks,
And watch the boughs above me sway and swing.
Come, I will pluck off custom’s livery,
Nor longer be a lackey to old... |
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The feet of people walking home |
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English |
The feet of people walking home -
With gayer sandals go -
The Crocus, till she rises
The Vassal of the snow -
The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore -
Till bye and bye these Bargemen... |
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The Female Convict |
Letitia Elizabeth Landon |
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English |
She shrank from all, and her silent mood
Made her wish only for solitude:
Her eye sought the ground, as it could not brook,
For innermost shame, on another’s to look;
And the cheerings of comfort fell on her ear
Like deadliest words, that were curses to... |
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The Female Right to Literature |
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English |
WHilst you, Athenia, with assiduous toil
Reap the rich fruits of learning... |
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The feminead: or, Female genius |
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SHALL lordly man, the theme of every lay,
Usurp the Muse's tributary bay?
In kingly state on... |
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The Ferry |
George Henry Boker |
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English |
There was a gay maiden lived down by the mill,—
Ferry me over the ferry,—
Her hair was as bright as the waves of a rill,
When the sun on the brink of his setting stands still,
Her lips were as full as a cherry.
A stranger came galloping over the hill... |
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The Fight at the San Jacinto |
John Williamson Palmer |
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English |
“now for a brisk and cheerful fight!”
Said Harman, big and droll,
As he coaxed his flint and steel for a light,
And puffed at his cold clay bowl;
“For we are a skulking lot,” says he,
“Of land-thieves hereabout,
And these bold señores, two to... |
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The Fight of Faith |
Anne Askewe |
1540 |
English |
[The author of this poem, one of the victims of the persecuting Henry VIII., was burnt to death at Smithfield in 1546. It was made and sung by her while a prisoner in Newgate.]
LIKE as the armèd Knighte,
Appointed to the fielde,
With this world wil I fight,
And... |
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The Fight of the “Armstrong” Privateer |
James Jeffrey Roche |
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English |
TELL the story to your sons
Of the gallant days of yore,
When the brig of seven guns
Fought the fleet of seven score,
From the set of sun till morn, through the long September night—
Ninety men against two... |
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The Fighting Race - C. Clarke |
Joseph I |
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English |
“read out the names!” and Burke sat back,
And Kelly drooped his head.
While Shea—they call him Scholar Jack—
Went down the list of the dead.
Officers, seamen, gunners, marines,
The crews of the gig and yawl,
The bearded man and the lad in his... |
