Sunday, November 29, 2009
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Friday, November 27, 2009
The Tyranny of Love
by Mary Robinson (1757-1800)
Love steals unheeded o
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Thursday, November 26, 2009
To Mary
by William Cowper (1731-1800)
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah would that this might be the last!
My Mary!
Thy spirits have a fainter flow,
I see thee daily weaker grow
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Wednesday, November 25, 2009
God
by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!
His body lodged a rat where men nursed souls.
The world flashed grape-green eyes of a foiled cat
To him. On fragments of an old shrunk power,
On shy and maimed, on women wrung awry,
He lay, a bullying hulk, to crush them [...]
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Monday, November 23, 2009
Gifts
by James Thomson (1834-1882)
Give a man a horse he can ride,
Give a man a boat he can sail;
And his rank and wealth, his strength and health,
On sea nor shore shall fail.
Give a man a pipe he can smoke,
Give a man a book he can read:
And his home is bright with a calm delight,
Though the room [...]
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Saturday, November 21, 2009
Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
When first, descending from the moorlands,
I saw the stream of Yarrow glide
Along a bare and open valley,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.
When last along its banks I wandered,
Through groves that had begun to shed
Their golden leaves upon the pathways,
My steps the Border-minstrel led.
The mighty Minstrel [...]
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Tramp
by Joseph Hillstr
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Cupid and Plutus
by William Shenstone (1714-1763)
When Celia, love
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
What Do Poets Want With Gold?
by Archibald Lampman (1861-1899)
What do poets want with gold,
Cringing slaves and cushioned ease;
Are not crusts and garments old
Better for their souls than these?
Gold is but the juggling rod
Of a false usurping god,
Graven long ago in hell
With a sombre stony spell,
Working in the world for ever.
Hate is not so strong to [...]
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
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