Black-Eyed Susan
by John Gay (1685-1732)
All in the Downs the fleet was moor
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The Gourd
by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
In the heavy earth the miner
Toiled and laboured day by day,
Wrenching from the miser mountain
Brilliant treasure where it lay.
And the artist worn and weary
Wrought with labour manifold
That the king might drink his nectar
From a goblet made of gold.
On the prince
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Thorp Green
by Branwell Bront
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The Pagan
by Eric Blair (a.k.a. George Orwell) (1903-1950)
So here are you, and here am I,
Where we may thank our gods to be;
Above the earth, beneath the sky,
Naked souls alive and free.
The autumn wind goes rustling by
And stirs the stubble at our feet;
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The Statesmen
by Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914)
How blest the land that counts among
Her sons so many good and wise,
To execute great feats of tongue
When troubles rise.
Behold them mounting every stump,
By speech our liberty to guard.
Observe their courage
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The Lady to Her Guitar
by Emily Jane Bront
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Out of Tune
by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt (1836-1919)
Someone has told you that the moon is old?
(Do you not see to-night that it is new?)
It just pretends that it is made of gold;
It
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The Old Scottish Cavalier
by William Edmondstoune Aytoun (1813-1865)
I.
Come listen to another song,
Should make your heart beat high,
Bring crimson to your forehead,
And the lustre to your eye;
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Qui sera roi
by Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786-1859)
Arm
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