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The Legacy (John Donne) |
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When last I died, and, dear, I die
As often as from thee I go,
Though it be but an hour ago
—And lovers' hours be full eternity—
I can remember yet, that I
Something did say, and something did bestow;
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The Leper |
Nathaniel Parker Willis |
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“ROOM for the leper! room!” And as he came
The cry passed on,—“Room for the leper! room!”* * * * *
And aside they stood,
Matron, and child, and pitiless manhood,—all
Who met him on his way,—and let him pass.
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The Leper's Betrothed |
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The Liberated Prisoner |
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THE LIBERATED PRISONER.
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BY MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY.
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I took a poor fly from a vase of ink,
Upon my feathery quill-top, which I turn'd
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The Library |
Frank Dempster Sherman |
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Give me the room whose every nook
Is dedicated to a book:
Two windows will suffice for air
And grant the light admission there,—
One looking to the south, and one
To speed the red, departing sun.
The eastern wall from frieze to plinth
Shall... |
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The Life of Flowers |
Walter Savage Landor |
1795 |
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When hath wind or rain
Borne hard upon weak plant that wanted me,
And I (however they might bluster round)
Walkt off? ’T were most ungrateful; for sweet scents
Are the swift vehicles of still sweeter thoughts,
And nurse and pillow the dull memory
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The Life that tied too tight escapes |
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The Life that tied too tight escapes
Will ever after run
With a prudential look behind
And spectres of the Rein —
The Horse that scents the living Grass
And sees the Pastures smile
Will be retaken with a... |
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The Life we have is very great. |
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The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.
But when all Space has been beheld
And all Dominion shown
The smallest Human Heart's extent
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The Light'ood Fire |
John Henry Boner |
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When wintry days are dark and drear
And all the forest ways grow still,
When gray snow-laden clouds appear
Along the bleak horizon hill,
When cattle all are snugly penned
And sheep go huddling close together,
When steady streams of smoke... |
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The Lightning is a yellow Fork |
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The Lightning is a yellow Fork
From Tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropt
The awful Cutlery
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The Apparatus of the Dark
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The Lightning playeth — all the while — |
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The Lightning playeth — all the while —
But when He singeth — then —
Ourselves are conscious He exist —
And we approach Him — stern —
With Insulators — and a Glove —
Whose short — sepulchral Bass
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The Light’ood Fire |
John Henry Boner |
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When wintry days are dark and drear
And all the forest ways grow still,
When gray snow-laden clouds appear
Along the bleak horizon hill,
When cattle all are snugly penned
And sheep go huddling close together,
When steady streams of smoke... |
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The Lilac is an ancient shrub |
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The Lilac is an ancient shrub
But ancienter than that
The Firmamental Lilac
Upon the Hill tonight —
The Sun subsiding on his Course
Bequeaths this final Plant
To Contemplation — not to Touch —
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The Lily of Yorrow |
Henry Van Dyke |
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Deep in the heart of the forest the lily of Yorrow is growing;
Blue is its cup as the sky, and with mystical odor o’erflowing;
Faintly it falls through the shadowy glades when the south wind is blowing;
Sweet are the primroses pale, and the violets after a shower;... |
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The Lion's Cub |
Maurice Thompson |
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The whelp that nipped its mother’s dug in turning from her breast,
And smacked its lusty lips and built its own lair in the West,
Has stretched its limbs and looked about and roared across the sea:
“Oh, mother, I did bite thee hard, but still thou lovest me!”
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The Lion’s Ride |
Ferdinand Freiligrath |
1830 |
English |
Anonymous translation from the German
THE LION is the desert’s king; through his domain so wide
Right swiftly and right royally this night he means to ride.
By the sedgy brink, where the wild herds drink, close couches the grim chief;
The trembling sycamore above... |
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The Lip and the Heart |
John Quincy Adams |
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One day between the Lip and the Heart
A wordless strife arose,
Which was expertest in the art
His purpose to disclose.
The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue,
And made him vouch—a lie!
The slave his servile anthem sung,
And braved... |
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The Little Beach Bird |
Richard Henry Dana, Sr. |
1807 |
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Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice?
Why with that brooding cry
O’er the waves dost thou fly?
O, rather, bird, with me
Through the fair land rejoice!
Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim... |
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The Little Beach-Bird |
Richard Henry Dana |
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Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea,
Why takest thou its melancholy voice,
And with that boding cry
Why o’er the waves dost fly?
O, rather, bird, with me
Through the fair land rejoice!
Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and... |
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The Little Child |
Albert Bigelow Paine |
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A simple-hearted child was He,
And He was nothing more;
In summer days, like you and me,
He played about the door,
Or gathered, where the father toiled.
The shavings from the floor.
Sometimes He lay upon the grass,
The same as you... |
