The Rhyme of the Beast
by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland (1865-1924)
Lo, the Beast that rioteth,
Sick with hate and coveting
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Off My Game
by Andrew Lang (1844-1912)
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Pharos Loquitur
by Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832)
Far in the bosom of the deep,
O
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Verses upon the Burning of our House
by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I waken
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The New Diana
by Ernest Percival Rhys (1859-1946)
Diana, in that older time,
Was only a cold goddess,
Who never hid a lover
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The Twofold Victory
by Charles Sangster (1822-1893)
By the famous Alma River
Knelt a Warrior, brave and young,
Through his veins ran Death
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I am the Mountainy Singer
by Seosamh MacCathmhaoil, a.k.a. Joseph Campbell (1879-1944)
I am the mountainy singer
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Summer
by John Clare (1793-1864)
Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover
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The Willing Mistress
by Aphra Behn (1640-1689)
Amyntas led me to a Grove,
Where all the Trees did shade us;
The Sun itself, though it had Strove,
It could not have betray
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