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| Poe |
| Annabel Lee |
| by Edgar Allen Poe |
| Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Poe/annabel_lee.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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| Pope |
| A Little Learning |
| by Alexander Pope |
| A Little Learning by Alexander Pope A little learning is a dangerous thing ; Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring : There shallow draughts in |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/a_little_learning.htm |
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| Elegy To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady |
| by Alexander Pope |
| Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady by Alexander Pope What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my step, and points to yonder g |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/elegy_to_the_memory_of_an_unfortunate_lady.htm |
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| Know Thyself |
| by Alexander Pope |
| Know Thyself by Alexander Pope Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is Man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle st |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/know thyself.htm |
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| Ode on Solitude |
| by Alexander Pope |
| Ode on Solitude by Alexander Pope Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground |
| http://www.thesitemapper.com/classical_poets/Pope/ode_on_solitude.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 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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