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| Blunden |
| Forefathers |
| by Edmund Blunden |
| Forefathers by Edmund Blunden Here they went with smock and crook, Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade, Here they mudded out the brook And here t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Blunden/forefathers.htm |
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| Report on Experience |
| by Edmund Blunden |
| Report on Experience by Edmund Blunden I have been young, and now am not too old ; And I have seen the righteous forsaken, His health, his honour an |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Blunden/report_on_experience.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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| Bridges |
| london snow |
| by Robert Bridges |
| London Snow by Robert Bridges When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown, Stealthily and perpetu |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Bridges/london_snow.htm |
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| Bronte |
| Last Lines |
| by Emily Brontë /> |
| Last Lines by Emily Brontë No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith sh |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Bronte/last_lines.htm |
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| Past Present Future |
| by Emily Brontë |
| Past, Present, Future by Emily Brontë Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee ? 'An Autumn evening soft and mild With a |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Bronte/Past Present Future.htm |
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| Brooke |
| Grantchester |
| by Rupert Brooke |
| The Old Vicarage, Grantchester (Café des Westens, Berlin, May 1912)by Rupert Brooke Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room ; And |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Brooke/grantchester.htm |
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| Browning |
| A Toccata of Galuppi's |
| by Robert Browning |
| A Toccata of Galuppi's by Robert Browning Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/A Toccata of Galuppi's.htm |
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| A Toccata of Galuppi's |
| by Robert Browning |
| A Toccata of Galuppi's by Robert Browning Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/A Toccata of Galuppi's-2.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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| Epilogue to Asolando |
| by Robert Browning |
| Epilogue to Asolando by Robert Browning At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time, When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/Epilogue to Asolando.htm |
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| home thoughts from abroad |
| by Robert Browning |
| Home Thoughts from Abroad by Robert Browning Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/home_thoughts_from_abroad.htm |
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| Home Thoughts from the Sea |
| by Robert Browning |
| Home Thoughts from the Sea by Robert Browning Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeki |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/home_thoughts_from_the_sea.htm |
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| Love among the Ruins |
| by Robert Browning |
| Love among the Ruins by Robert Browning Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Hal |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/love_among_the_ruins.htm |
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| Love in a Life |
| by Robert Browning |
| Love in a Life by Robert Browning Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find he |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/love_in_a_life.htm |
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| Meeting at Night |
| by Robert Browning |
| Meeting at Night by Robert Browning The gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/meeting_at_night.htm |
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| My Last Duchess |
| by Robert Browning |
| My Last Duchess by Robert Browning That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now : Frà P |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Browning/my_last_duchess.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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| 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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| Burns |
| A Red, Red Rose |
| by Robert Burns |
| A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June : My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tu |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/a_red,_red_rose.htm |
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| Address to a Haggis |
| by Robert Burns |
| Address to a Haggis by Robert Burns 1. Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the puddin-race ! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Pain |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/address_to_a_haggis.htm |
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| Address to Edinburgh |
| by Robert Burns |
| Address to Edinburgh by Robert Burns 1. Edina! Scotia's darling seat! All hail thy palaces and tow'rs, Where once, beneath a Monarch's feet, Sat Leg |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/address_to_edinburgh.htm |
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| Auld Lang Syne |
| by Robert Burns |
| Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns CHORUS And for auld lang syne, my jo, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. 1. Sho |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/auld_lang_syne.htm |
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| Holy Willie's Prayer |
| by Robert Burns |
| Holy Willie's Prayer by Robert Burns And send the godly in a pet to pray. POPE 1. O Thou that in the Heavens does dwell, Wha, as it pleases best Thy |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/holy_willie's_prayer.htm |
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| Holy Willie's Prayer |
| by Robert Burns |
| Holy Willie's Prayer by Robert Burns And send the godly in a pet to pray. POPE 1. O Thou that in the Heavens does dwell, Wha, as it pleases best Thy |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/holy_willie's_prayer-2.htm |
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| Is there for Honest Poverty |
| by Robert Burns |
| Is there for Honest Poverty by Robert Burns 1. Is there for honest poverty That hings his head, an' a' that ? The coward slave, we pass him by— We d |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/is_there_for_honest_poverty.htm |
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| My Heart's in the Highlands |
| by Robert Burns |
| My Heart's in the Highlands by Robert Burns Chorus My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the dee |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/my_heart's_in_the_highlands.htm |
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| My Heart's in the Highlands |
| by Robert Burns |
| My Heart's in the Highlands by Robert Burns Chorus My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the dee |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Burns/my_heart's_in_the_highlands-2.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.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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| 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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| 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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| Byron |
| destruction of the sennacherib |
| by Lord Byron |
| The Destruction of Sennacherib by Lord Byron The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/destruction_of_the_sennacherib.htm |
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| from Don Juan |
| by Lord Byron |
| Don Juan (an extract from) by Lord Byron (i) Dedication Bob Southey! You're a poet, poet laureate, And representative of all the race. Although ‘tis |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/from_don_juan.htm |
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| Growing Old |
| by Lord Byron |
| Growing Old by Lord Byron But now at thirty years my hair is grey- (I wonder what it will be like at forty ? I thought of a peruke the other day-) M |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/growing_old.htm |
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| Italy versus England |
| by Lord Byron |
| Italy versus England by Lord Byron With all its sinful doings, I must say, That Italy's a pleasant place to me, Who love to see the sun shine every |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/italy_versus_england.htm |
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| she walks in beauty |
| by Lord Byron |
| She walks in beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright M |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Byron/she_walks_in_beauty.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 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 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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