Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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Monday, November 17, 2008
In November
by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
The hills and leafless forests slowly yield
To the thick-driving snow. A little while
And night shall darken down. In shouting file
The woodmen
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Sunday, November 16, 2008
A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
by Jonathan Swift (1667-1745)
His Grace! impossible! what dead!
Of old age, too, and in his bed!
And could that Mighty Warrior fall?
And so inglorious, after all!
Well, since he
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
A Psalm of Freudian Life
by Franklin Pierce Adams (1881-1960)
Tell me not in mormonful numbers
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Friday, November 14, 2008
A Tale
by Louise Bogan (1897-1970)
This youth too long has heard the break
Of waters in a land of change.
He goes to see what suns can make
From soil more indurate and strange.
He cuts what holds his days together
And shuts him in, as lock on lock:
The arrowed vane announcing weather,
The tripping racket of a clock;
Seeking, I think, a [...]
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
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Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Reminiscence
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1907)
Though I am native to this frozen zone
That half the twelvemonth torpid lies, or dead;
Though the cold azure arching overhead
And the Atlantic
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Monday, November 10, 2008
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On a Sermon Against Glory
by Mark Akenside (1721-1770)
Come then, tell me, sage divine,
Is it an offence to own
That our bosoms e
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