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| Tam O'Shanter |
| by Robert Burns |
| Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns A Tale Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke. GAWIN DOUGLAS When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/tam_o'shanter.htm |
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| Tam O'Shanter |
| by Robert Burns |
| Tam O'Shanter by Robert Burns A Tale Of Brownyis and of Bogillis full is this Buke. GAWIN DOUGLAS When chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/tam_o'shanter-2.htm |
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| Tears, Idle Tears |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Tears, Idle Tears by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the hea |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/tears,_idle_tears.htm |
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| The Bard |
| by Thomas Gray |
| The Bard by Thomas Gray I. 1 ‘Ruin seize thee, ruthless king! Confusion on thy banners wait, Though fanned by Conquest's crimson wing They mock the |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Gray/the_bard.htm |
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| The Battle of Bleinheim |
| by Robert Southey |
| The Battle of Blenheim by Robert Southey 1 It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the su |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Southey/the_battle_of_bleinheim.htm |
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| The Bower of Bliss |
| by Edmund Spenser |
| The Bower of Bliss From The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser Eftsoones they heard a most melodious sound, Of all that mote delight a daintie eare, Su |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Spenser/the_bower_of_bliss.htm |
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| The Bridge of Sighs |
| by Thomas Hood |
| The Bridge of Sighs by Thomas Hood One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hood/the_bridge_of_sighs.htm |
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| The Brook |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson I come from haunts of coot and hern I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valle |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/The Brook.htm |
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| The Caged Skylark |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| The Caged Skylark by Gerard Manley Hopkins As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage Man's mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house, dwells |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/the_caged_skylark.htm |
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| The Castaway |
| by William Cowper |
| The Castaway by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Cowper/castaway.htm |
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| The Charge of the Light Brigade |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/the_charge_of_the_light_brigade.htm |
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| The Clod and the Pebble |
| by William Blake |
| The Clod & the Pebble by William Blake ‘Love seeketh not Itself to please, ‘Nor for itself hath any care; ‘But for another gives its ease, ‘And |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/william_blake/the_clod_and_the_pebble.htm |
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| The Cotter's Saturday Night |
| by Robert Burns |
| The Cotter's Saturday Night by Robert Burns INSCRIBED TO R. AIKEN, ESQ. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obsc |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/the_cotter's_saturday_night.htm |
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| The Cotter's Saturday Night |
| by Robert Burns |
| The Cotter's Saturday Night by Robert Burns INSCRIBED TO R. AIKEN, ESQ. Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obsc |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/the_cotter's_saturday_night-2.htm |
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| The Darkling Thrush |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of d |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hardy/The Darkling Thrush.htm |
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| The Death Bed |
| by Thomas Hood |
| The Death Bed by Thomas Hood We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hood/the_death_bed.htm |
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| The Deserted Village |
| by Oliver Goldsmith |
| The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith Sweet Auburn, loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheared the labouring swain, Where sm |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Goldsmith/the_deserted_village.htm |
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| The Dunciad Book the First |
| by Alexander Pope |
| The Dunciad Book the First by Alexander Pope The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, he |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/the_dunciad_book_the_first.htm |
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| The Dykes |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Dykes by Rudyard Kipling We have no heart for the fishing―we have no hand for the oar― All that our fathers taught us of old pleases |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/the_dykes.htm |
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| The Eagle |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Eagle by Alfred, Lord Tennyson He clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/The_Eagle.htm |
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| The Ebb Tide |
| by Robert Southey |
| The Ebb Tide by Robert Southey Slowly thy flowing tide Came in, old Avon! scarcely did mine eyes, As watchfully I roam'd thy green-wood side, Percei |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Southey/the_ebb_tide.htm |
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| The Eve of Waterloo |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Eve of Waterloo by Lord Byron There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's Capital had gathered then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and br |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/the_eve_of_waterloo.htm |
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| The Fly |
| by William Blake |
| The Fly by William Blake Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/william_blake/The Fly.htm |
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| The Garden of Proserpine |
| by Algernon Charles Swinburne |
| The Garden of Proserpine by Algernon Charles Swinburne Here, where the world is quiet ; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' r |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Swinburne/the_garden_of_proserpine.htm |
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| The Gods of the Copybook Headings |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Gods of the Copybook Headings by Rudyard Kipling As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race. I make my proper prostrations to the G |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/the_gods_of_the_copybook_headings.htm |
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| The Inchcape Rock |
| by Robert Southey |
| The Inchcape Rock by Robert Southey An older writer mentions a curious tradition which may be worth quoting. ‘By east the Isle of May', says he, ‘tw |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Southey/the_inchcape_rock.htm |
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| The Isles of Greece |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Isles of Greece by Lord Byron The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peac |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/the_isles_of_greece.htm |
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| The Lady of Shalott |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| The Lady of Shalott by Alfred, Lord Tennyson PART I On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/The Lady of Shalott.htm |
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| The Lost Leader |
| by Robert Browning |
| The Lost Leader by Robert Browning Just for a handful of silver he left us, Just for a riband to stick in his coat - Found the one gift of which for |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/the_lost_leader.htm |
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| The Mask of Anarchy |
| by Percy Bysshe Shelley |
| The Mask of Anarchy Written on the occasion of the massacre at Manchester. by Percy Bysshe Shelley As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Shelley/the_mask_of_anarchy.htm |
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| The May Magnificat |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| The May Magnificat by Gerard Manley Hopkins May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why : Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season— |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/the_may_magnificat.htm |
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| The Merry Guide |
| by A.E. Housman |
| The Merry Guide by A.E. Housman Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ran gold. There |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/the_merry_guide.htm |
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| The Midnight Skaters |
| by Edmund Blunden |
| The Midnight Skaters by Edmund Blunden The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy pond lurks under, The pole-tops steeple to the thrones Of stars, sound |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Blunden/the_midnight_skaters.htm |
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| The Mosquito |
| by D.H. Lawrence |
| The Mosquito by D.H. Lawrence When did you start your tricks, Monsieur ? What do you stand on such high legs for ? Why this length of shredded shank |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Lawrence/the_mosquito.htm |
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| The New House |
| by Edward Thomas |
| The New House by Edward Thomas Now first, as I shut the door, I was alone In the new house ; and the wind Began to moan. Old at once was the house, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Thomas E/the_new_house.htm |
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| The Nile |
| by James Leigh Hunt |
| The Nile by James Leigh Hunt It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hunt/the_nile.htm |
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| The Nile |
| by John Keats |
| The Nile by James Leigh Hunt It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream, And times and things |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Keats/the_nile.htm |
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| The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd |
| by Sir Walter Ralegh |
| The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd by Sir Walter Ralegh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty plea |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Ralegh/the_nymph's_reply_to_the_shepherd.htm |
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| the old familiar faces |
| by Charles Lamb |
| The Old Familiar Faces by Charles Lamb I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days, All, all are |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Lamb/the_old_familiar_faces.htm |
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| The Old Man's Comforts |
| by Robert Southey |
| The Old Man's Comforts by Robert Southey AND HOW HE GAINED THEM You are old, Father William the young man cried, The few locks which are left you ar |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Southey/the_old_man's_comforts.htm |
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| The Old Men |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Old Men by Rudyard Kipling This is our lot if we live so long and labour unto the end― That we outlive the impatient years and the much to |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/The Old Men.htm |
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| The Owl |
| by Edward Thomas |
| The Owl by Edward Thomas Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved ; Cold, yet had heat within me that was proof Against the North wind ; tired, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Thomas E/the_owl.htm |
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| The Poplar-Field |
| by William Cowper |
| The Poplar-Field (1784) by William Cowper The poplars are fell'd, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade, The winds pl |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Cowper/the_poplar-field.htm |
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| The Prelude |
| by William Wordsworth |
| The Prelude (an extract) by William Wordsworth (I) Childhood Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear : Much f |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Wordsworth/the_prelude.htm |
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| The Prisoner of Chillon |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Prisoner of Chillon (an extract from) by Lord Byron A kind of change came in my fate, My keepers grew compassionate ; I know not what had made t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/the_prisoner_of_chillon.htm |
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| The Rape of the Lock Canto 1 |
| by Alexander Pope |
| The Rape of the Lock Canto 1 by Alexander Pope What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing— |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/the_rape_of_the_lock_canto_1.htm |
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| The Raven |
| by Edgar Allen Poe |
| The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Poe/raven.htm |
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| The Requiem Mass |
| by John Skelton |
| The Requiem Mass by John Skelton Lauda, anima mea, Dominum! To weep with me look that ye come All manner of birdės in your kind; See none be le |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Skelton/the_requiem_mass.htm |
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| The Retreat |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The Retreat by Henry Vaughan Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy ! Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Vaughan/The Retreat.htm |
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| The Rime of the Ancient Mariner |
| by Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge PART I It is an ancient Mariner And he stoppeth one of three. ‘By thy long grey beard and |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Coleridge/the_rime_of_the_ancient_mariner.htm |
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| The River of Life |
| by Thomas Campbell |
| The River of Life by Thomas Campbell The more we live, more brief appear Our life's succeeding stages: A day to childhood seems a year, And years li |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Campbell/the_river_of_life.htm |
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| The Robin |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| The Robin by Thomas Hardy When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Toward the brink |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hardy/The_Robin.htm |
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| The Rover |
| by Sir Walter Scott |
| The Rover by Sir Walter Scott ‘A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for win |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Scott/the_rover.htm |
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| The Sea and the Skylark |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| The Sea and the Skylark by Gerard Manley Hopkins On ear and ear noises too old to end Trench― right, the tide that ramps against the shore; Wi |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/The_Sea_and_the_Skylark.htm |
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| The Send-Off |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| The Send-Off by Wilfred Owen Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Thei |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Owen/the_send-off.htm |
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| The Sentry |
| by Wilfred Owen |
| The Sentry by Wilfred Owen We'd found an old Boche dug-out, and he knew, And gave us hell, for shell on frantic shell Hammered on top, but never qui |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Owen/the_sentry.htm |
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| The Skylark |
| by James Hogg |
| The Skylark by James Hogg Bird of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hogg/the_skylark.htm |
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| The Solitary Reaper |
| by William Wordsworth |
| The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Wordsworth/the_solitary_reaper.htm |
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| The Sun Rising |
| by John Donne |
| The Sun Rising by John Donne Busy old fool, unruly Sun, Why dost thou thus, Through windows and through curtains call on us ? Must to thy motions lo |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Donne/the_sun_rising.htm |
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| The Tyger |
| by William Blake |
| The Tyger by William Blake Tyger ! Tyger ! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/william_blake/The Tyger.htm |
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| The Waterfall |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The Waterfall by Henry Vaughan With what deep murmurs through time's silent stealth Doth thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth Here flowing fall, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Vaughan/the_waterfall.htm |
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| The Way Through the Woods |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The Way Through the Woods by Rudyard Kipling They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/The Way Through the Woods.htm |
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| The White Man's Burden |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| The White Man's Burden by Rudyard Kipling (The United States and the Philippine Islands) Take up the White Man's burden― Send forth the best y |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/the_white_man's_burden.htm |
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| The Wife of Bath's Tale |
| by Geoffrey Chaucer |
| The Wife of Bath's Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer In th'olde dayes of King Arthour, Of which that Britons speken greet honour, Al was this land fulfild of |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Chaucer/the_wife_of_bath's_tale.htm |
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| The World |
| by Henry Vaughan |
| The World by Henry Vaughan I saw Eternity the other night Like a great Ring of pure and endless light, All calm as it was bright ; And round beneath |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Vaughan/the_world.htm |
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| The world is too much with us |
| by William Wordsworth |
| The world is too much with us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : L |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Wordsworth/the_world_is_too_much_with_us.htm |
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| The Wreck of the Deutschland |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| The Wreck of the Deutschland by Gerard Manley Hopkins To the happy memory of five Franciscan nuns exiles by the Falk Laws drowned between midnight a |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/the_wreck_of_the_deutschland.htm |
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| Thoughts in a Garden |
| by Andrew Marvell |
| Thoughts in a Garden by Andrew Marvell How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their incessant labours see Crown'd fr |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Marvell/thoughts_in_a_garden.htm |
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| Tithonus |
| by Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
| Tithonus by Alfred, Lord Tennyson The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the f |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Tennyson/tithonus.htm |
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| To a Locomotive in Winter |
| by Walt Whitman |
| To a Locomotive in Winter by Walt Whitman Thee for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Whitman/to_a_locomotive_in_winter.htm |
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| To a Louse |
| by Robert Burns |
| To a Louse by Robert Burns ON SEEING ONE ON A LADY'S BONNET AT CHURCH 1. Ha! whare ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie ? Your impudence protects you sairly, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/to_a_louse.htm |
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| to a mountain daisy |
| by Robert Burns |
| To a Mountain Daisy by Robert Burns ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH IN APRIL 1786 1 Wee, modest, crimson-tippèd flow'r, Thou's met me in an evil |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/to_a_mountain_daisy.htm |
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| To a Mouse |
| by Robert Burns |
| To a Mouse by Robert Burns ON TURNING HER UP IN HER NEST WITH THE PLOUGH, NOVEMBER 1785 1. Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/to_a_mouse.htm |
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| To Celia |
| by Ben Jonson |
| To Celia by Ben Jonson Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine ; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. Th |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Jonson/To Celia.htm |
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| To Daffodils |
| by Robert Herrick |
| To Daffodils by Robert Herrick Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/to_daffodils.htm |
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| To His Coy Mistress |
| by Andrew Marvell |
| To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime. We would sit down and think which way To |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Marvell/to_his_coy_mistress.htm |
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| To the Evening Star |
| by Thomas Campbell |
| To the Evening Star by Thomas Campbell Gem of the crimson-colour'd Even, Companion of retiring day, Why at the closing gates of heaven, Beloved Star |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Campbell/to_the_evening_star.htm |
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| To the Memory of Mr Oldham |
| by John Dryden |
| To the Memory of Mr Oldham by John Dryden Farewell, too little and too lately known, Whom I began to think and call my own; For sure our souls were |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Dryden/to_the_memory_of_mr_oldham.htm |
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| To The Virgins |
| by Robert Herrick |
| To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time by Robert Herrick Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/to_the_virgins.htm |
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| Tommy |
| by Rudyard Kipling |
| Tommy by Rudyard Kipling I went into a public-'ouse to get a pint o' beer, The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-coats here." The g |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Kipling/tommy.htm |
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| Twice |
| by Christina Rossetti |
| Twice by Christina Rossetti I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said : Let me fall or stand, Let me live or die, But this once hear |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Rossetti C/twice.htm |
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| Two in the Campagna |
| by Robert Browning |
| Two in the Campagna by Robert Browning I wonder do you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/two_in_the_campagna.htm |
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