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| charles XII of sweden |
| by Samuel Johnson |
| Charles XII of Sweden by Samuel Johnson On what foundation stands the warrior's pride, How just his hopes let Swedish Charles decide; A frame of ada |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Johnson/charles_xii_of_sweden.htm |
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| Classical Poets - index page |
| Collection of classical poets |
| Fathers Blunden - Report on Experience Blunden - The midnight skaters Bridges - London Snow Bronte - Last Lines Bronte - Past Present Future Brook |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/index.htm |
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| Clunton and Clunbury |
| by A.E. Housman |
| Clunton and Clunebury by A.E. Housman Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun. In valleys of springs of ri |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/clunton_and_clunbury.htm |
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| Come into the garden Maud |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Come into the garden Maud by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown, Come into the garden, Maud, I am |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/come_into_the_garden_maud.htm |
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| Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3 |
| by William Wordsworth |
| Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who coul |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Wordsworth/composed_upon_westminster_bridge.htm |
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| Confessions |
| by Robert Browning |
| Confessions by Robert Browning What is he buzzing in my ears? Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a vale of tears?' Ah, reverend sir, not |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/confessions.htm |
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| Coronach |
| by Sir Walter Scott |
| Coronach by Sir Walter Scott He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The f |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Scott/coronach.htm |
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| Crossing Brooklyn Ferry |
| by Walt Whitman |
| Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman I Flood-tide below me ! I see you face to face ! Clouds of the west - sun there half an hour high - I see yo |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Whitman/crossing_brooklyn_ferry.htm |
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