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The Raven |
Edgar Allan Poe |
1829 |
English |
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’T is some visitor... |
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The Raven; with literary and historical commentary/Isadore |
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The Razor-Seller |
John Wolcot |
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English |
A Fellow in a market-town,
Most musical, cried razors up and down,
And offered twelve for eighteen pence;
Which certainly seemed wondrous cheap,
And, for the money, quite a heap,
As every man would buy, with cash and sense.
A country bumpkin... |
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The Reaper and the Flowers |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
English |
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
“Shall I have naught that is fair?” saith he;
“Have naught but the bearded grain?
Though the... |
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The Recruit |
Robert William Chambers |
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English |
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“Bedad, yer a bad ’un!
Now turn out yer toes!
Yer belt is unhookit,
Yer cap is on crookit,
Ye may not be dhrunk,
But, be jabers, ye look it!
Wan—two!
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The Recruit |
Robert William Chambers |
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English |
Sez Corporal Madden to Private McFadden:
“Bedad, yer a bad ’un!
Now turn out yer toes!
Yer belt is unhookit,
Yer cap is on crookit,
Ye may not be dhrunk,
But, be jabers, ye look it!
Wan—two!
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The Red — Blaze — is the Morning — |
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English |
The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
The Violet — is Noon —
The Yellow — Day — is falling —
And after that — is none —
But Miles of Sparks — at Evening —
Reveal the Width that burned —
The Territory... |
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The Reed |
Henry Bernard Carpenter |
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English |
Beneath the Memnonian shadows of Memphis, it rose from the slime,
A reed of the river, self-hid, as though shunning the curse of its crime,
And it shook as it measured in whispers the lapses of tide and of time.
It shuddered, it stooped, and was dumb, when the kings of... |
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The Reformer |
John Greenleaf Whittier |
1827 |
English |
All grim and soiled and brown and tan,
I saw a Strong One, in his wrath,
Smiting the godless shrines of man
Along his path.
The Church beneath her trembling dome
Essayed in vain her ghostly charm:
Wealth shook within his gilded home... |
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The Relic (Donne) |
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English |
WHEN my grave is broke up again
Some second guest to entertain,
—For graves have learn'd that...
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The Relief of Lucknow |
Robert Traill Spence Lowell |
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English |
[September 25, 1857]
O, THAT last day in Lucknow fort!
We knew that it was the last;
That the enemy’s lines crept surely on,
And the end was coming fast.
To yield to that foe meant worse than death;
And the men and we all worked on;
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The Religion of Hudibras |
Samuel Butler |
1632 |
English |
From “Hudibras,” Part I.
HE was of that stubborn crew
Of errant saints, whom all men grant
To be the true church militant;
Such as do build their faith upon
The holy text of pike and gun;
Decide all controversies by
Infallible artillery,... |
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The Republic |
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
1827 |
English |
From “The Building of the Ship”
THOU, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O UNION, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
We know what Master laid thy keel,
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The Resignation |
Thomas Chatterton |
1772 |
English |
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky,
Whose eye this atom globe surveys,
To thee, my only rock, I fly,
Thy mercy in thy justice praise.
The mystic mazes of thy will,
The shadows of celestial light,
Are past the power of human skill;... |
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The Respite |
Maria Gowen Brooks |
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English |
The banquet-cups, of many a hue and shape,
Bossed o’er with gems, were beautiful to view;
But, for the madness of the vaunted grape,
Their only draught was a pure limpid dew,
To Spirits sweet; but these half-mortal lips
Longed for the streams that... |
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The reticent volcano keeps |
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The reticent volcano keeps
His never slumbering plan —
Confided are his projects pink
To no precarious man.
If nature will not tell the tale
Jehovah told to her
Can human nature not survive
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The Retort |
George Pope Morris |
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Old Birch, who taught the village school,
Wedded a maid of homespun habit;
He was as stubborn as a mule,
And she as playful as a rabbit.
Poor Kate had scarce become a wife
Before her husband sought to make her
The pink of country polished... |
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The Return |
Annie Fields |
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English |
The bright sea washed beneath her feet,
As it had done of yore,
The well-remembered odor sweet
Came through her opening door.
Again the grass his ripened head
Bowed where her raiment swept;
Again the fog-bell told of dread,
And... |
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The Return of Napoleon from St - Helena by Lydia Huntley Sigourney |
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English |
Ho! city of the gay!
Paris! what festal rite
Doth call thy thronging million forth,
All eager for the sight?
Thy soldiers line the streets
In fixed and stern array,
With buckled helm and bayonet,
As on the battle-day.
By... |
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The Revenge |
Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
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English |
A Ballad of the Fleet
I.
AT Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a fluttered bird, came flying from far away:
“Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted fifty-three!”
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: “’Fore God I am no coward... |
