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| Hardy |
| Afterwards |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| Afterwards by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like win |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hardy/afterwards.htm |
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| At Castle Boterel |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| At Castle Boterel by Thomas Hardy As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at the fa |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hardy/At Castle Boterel.htm |
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| On the Departure Platform |
| by Thomas Hardy |
| Departure Platform by Thomas Hardy We kissed at the barrier ; and passing through She left me, and moment by moment got Smaller and smaller, until t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hardy/On the departure_platform.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 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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| Herbert |
| Death |
| by George Herbert |
| Death by George Herbert Death, thou wast once an uncouth hideous thing, Nothing but bones, The sad effect of sadder groans: Thy mouth was open, but |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herbert/Death.htm |
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| Easter Wings |
| by George Herbert |
| Easter-Wings by George Herbert Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store, Though foolishly he lost the same, Decaying more and more, Till he becam |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herbert/Easter-wings.htm |
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| Life |
| by George Herbert |
| Life by George Herbert I made a posy, while the day ran by; Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band. But time did beckon |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herbert/Life.htm |
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| Love |
| by George Herbert |
| Love by George Herbert Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my fir |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herbert/love.htm |
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| Herrick |
| A Meditation for his Mistress |
| by Robert Herrick |
| A Meditation for his Mistress by Robert Herrick You are a tulip seen today, But (dearest) of so short a stay That where you grew scarce man can say. |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/a_meditation_for_his_mistress.htm |
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| A Ring Presented to Julia |
| by Robert Herrick |
| A Ring Presented to Julia by Robert Herrick Julia, I bring To thee this ring, Made for thy finger fit ; To show by this That our love is (Or should |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/a_ring_presented_to_julia.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 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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| Upon his Departure Hence |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon His Departure Hence by Robert Herrick Thus I Passe by And die: As one, Unknown, And gone: I'm made A shade, And laid I' th' grave: There have M |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_his_departure_hence.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Clothes |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Ne |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia%27s_clothes-2.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Clothes |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Ne |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia's_clothes.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Clothes |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Clothes by Robert Herrick When as in silks my Julia goes, Then, then (me thinks) how sweetly flows That liquefaction of her clothes. Ne |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia's_clothes-2.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Voice |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Voice by Robert Herrick So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, As, could they hear, the Damn'd would make no noise, But listen t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia%27s_voice-2.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Voice |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Voice by Robert Herrick So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, As, could they hear, the Damn'd would make no noise, But listen t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia's_voice.htm |
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| Upon Julia's Voice |
| by Robert Herrick |
| Upon Julia's Voice by Robert Herrick So smooth, so sweet, so silv'ry is thy voice, As, could they hear, the Damn'd would make no noise, But listen t |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Herrick/upon_julia's_voice-2.htm |
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| Hogg |
| 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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| Hood |
| I Remember, I Remember |
| by Thomas Hood |
| I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; H |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hood/i_remember,_i_remember.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 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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| Hopkins |
| As Kingfishers Catch Fire |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| As Kingfishers Catch Fire by Gerard Manley Hopkins As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies, dráw fláme ; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones r |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/As kingfishes Catch Fire.htm |
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| God's Grandeur |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil ; It gathers |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/god's_grandeur.htm |
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| God's Grandeur |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| God's Grandeur by Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil ; It gathers |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/god's_grandeur-2.htm |
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| Hurrahing in Harvest |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| Hurrahing in Harvest by Gerard Manley Hopkins Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks rise Around; up above, what wind-walks! What lov |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/hurrahing_in_harvest.htm |
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| In The Valley of the Elwy |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| In The Valley of the Elwy by Gerard Manley Hopkins I remember a house where all were good To me, God knows, deserving no such thing: Comforting smel |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/in_the_valley_of_the_elwy.htm |
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| Inversnaid |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| Inversnaid by Gerard Manley Hopkins This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his f |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/inversnaid.htm |
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| Moonrise |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| Moonrise by Gerard Manley Hopkins I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, ׀ in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, dwindled a |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/moonrise.htm |
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| Spring |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| Spring by Gerard Manley Hopkins Nothing is so beautiful as Spring— When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush ; Thrush's eggs look little |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/spring.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 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 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 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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| Windhover |
| by Gerard Manley Hopkins |
| The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins To Christ our Lord I caught this morning morning's minion, king - dom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-draw |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Hopkins/Windhover.htm |
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| Housman |
| Bredon Hill |
| by A.E. Housman |
| Bredon Hill by A.E. Housman In summertime on Bredon The bells they sound so clear; Round both the shires they ring them In steeples far and near, A |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/bredon_hill.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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| 'Is my team ploughing |
| by A.E. Housman |
| 'Is my team ploughing by A.E. Housman ‘Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?' Ay, the hor |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/'is_my_team_ploughing.htm |
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| 'Is my team ploughing |
| by A.E. Housman |
| 'Is my team ploughing by A.E. Housman ‘Is my team ploughing, That I was used to drive And hear the harness jingle When I was man alive?' Ay, the hor |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/'is_my_team_ploughing-2.htm |
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| Loveliest of trees, the cherry now |
| by A.E. Housman |
| Loveliest of trees, the cherry now by A.E. Housman Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodl |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/loveliest_of_trees, the cherry now.htm |
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| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; |
| by A.E. Housman |
| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble by A.E. Housman On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/on_wenlock_edge the wood's in trouble.htm |
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| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; |
| by A.E. Housman |
| On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble by A.E. Housman On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble; His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves; The gale, it plies |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/on_wenlock_edge the wood's in trouble-2.htm |
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| Parta Quies |
| by A.E. Housman |
| Parta Quies by A.E. Housman Good-night; ensured release, Imperishable peace, Have these for yours, While sea abides, and land, And earth's foundatio |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/parta_quies.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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| 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock Town |
| by A.E. Housman |
| 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town by A.E. Housman 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/'tis_time,_i_think_by_wenlock_town.htm |
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| 'Tis time, I think by Wenlock Town |
| by A.E. Housman |
| 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town by A.E. Housman 'Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town The golden broom should blow; The hawthorn sprinkled up and |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/'tis_time,_i_think_by_wenlock_town-2.htm |
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| When I came last to Ludlow |
| by A.E. Housman |
| When I came last to Ludlow by A.E. Housman When I came last to Ludlow Amidst the moonlight pale, Two friends kept step beside me, Two honest lads an |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/when_i_came_last_to_ludlow.htm |
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| When I was one-and-twenty |
| by A.E. Housman |
| When I was one-and-twenty by A.E. Housman When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart a |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Housman/when_i_was_one-and-twenty.htm |
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| Hunt |
| 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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