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To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Mardell

Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by … Continue reading

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The Storm; Minerva’s Petition By Jonathan Swift

Pallas, a goddess chaste and wise Descending lately from the skies, To Neptune went, and begg’d in form He’d give his orders for a storm; A storm, to drown that rascal Hort,[1] And she would kindly thank him for’t: A … Continue reading

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The Yule Guest By Bliss Carman (William)

And Yanna by the yule log Sat in the empty hall, And watched the goblin firelight Caper upon the wall: The goblins of the hearthstone, Who teach the wind to sing, Who dance the frozen yule away And usher back … Continue reading

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Watch-Night by Mary Hannay Foott

Midnight, musical and splendid, And the Old Year’s life is ended, And the New, “born in the purple,” babe yet crowned, among us dwells; While Creation’s welcome swells, Starlight all the heavens pervading, And the whole world serenading Him, at … Continue reading

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He Made This Screen by Marianne Moore

not of silver nor of coral, but of weatherbeaten laurel. Here, he introduced a sea uniform like tapestry; here, a fig-tree; there, a face; there, a dragon circling space— designating here, a bower; there, a pointed passion-flower.

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A Song Of Swords By Gilbert Keith Chesterton

“A drove of cattle came into a village called Swords; and was stopped by the rioters.”–Daily Paper. In the place called Swords on the Irish road It is told for a new renown How we held the horns of the … Continue reading

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Phantasmagoria Canto VII ( Sad Souvenaunce ) by Lewis Carroll

“What’s this?” I pondered. “Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?” But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept An hour or so, like winking. “No need for Bones to hurry so!” I … Continue reading

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