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J--K. Huysmans — Amy Lowell	A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls of sleet Across uneven...	262 views Rate it
The Bee-Boy's Song — Rudyard Kipling	Bees! Bees! Hark to your bees! "Hide from your neigbours as much as you please, But all that has happened, to us you must tell, Or else we will give you...	261 views Rate it
The Hermit — Thomas Parnell	Far in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a rev'rend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his...	260 views Rate it
Perfect Custome for Hollween By Astghick Moradkhanians — Astghick Moradkhanians	Since ; this is a season of honoring all saints designateed by Gregory 111!All Good Godly people will enjoy for their own good deeds during on their life...	257 views Rate it
On Laws — Kahlil Gibran	Then the lawyer said, But what of our Laws, master? And he answered; You delight in laying down laws, Yet you delight more in breaking...	257 views Rate it
Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea — William Butler Yeats	A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, "I am that swineherd whom you bid Go watch the road between the...	253 views Rate it
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte — George Gordon Lord Byron	'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat....	253 views Rate it
O D E, To a Lady on the Death of Colonel R O S S in the action of Fontenoy — William Taylor Collins	1....	252 views Rate it
Ode Composed On A May Morning — William Wordsworth	WHILE from the purpling east departs The star that led the dawn, Blithe Flora from her couch upstarts, For May is on the lawn. A quickening...	251 views Rate it
Ultima Thule: From My Arm-Chair — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	Am I a king, that I should call my own This splendid ebon throne? Or by what reason, or what right divine, Can I proclaim it...	251 views Rate it
Christmas in India — Rudyard Kipling	Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow -- As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling...	249 views Rate it
The Grave of the Hundred Heads — Rudyard Kipling	There's a widow in sleepy Chester Who weeps for her only son; There's a grave on the Pabeng River, A grave that the Burmans shun, And there's Subadar Prag...	246 views Rate it
Jack and Joan — Thomas Campion	Jack and Joan they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still; Do their week-days' work, and pray Devoutly on the holy day: Skip and trip it on the...	245 views Rate it
Retirement (Mental sunshines) — Astghick Moradkhanians	Remember, Long ago wishing to retire, well your wish is upon you!Be Greatful to mighty God that you are still alive and well! time to periortising sleep ,...	243 views Rate it
The Whitsun Weddings — Philip Larkin	That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull out, All windows down,...	239 views Rate it
Cassandra — Friedrich Schiller	Mirth the halls of Troy was filling, Ere its lofty ramparts fell; From the golden lute so thrilling Hymns of joy were heard to swell. ...	239 views Rate it
Banquet Night — Rudyard Kipling	"ONCE in so often," King Solomon said, Watching his quarrymen drill the stone, "We will curb our garlic and wine and bread And banquet together beneath...	232 views Rate it
Ganderfeather's Gift — Eugene Field	I was just a little thing When a fairy came and kissed me; Floating in upon the light Of a haunted summer night, Lo, the fairies came to sing Pretty...	232 views Rate it
M'Fingal - Canto II — John Trumbull	The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, Lash'd on his downward car of state. And now...	227 views Rate it
16. Of Gluttony and Feasting — Sebastian Brant	He shows a fool in every wise Who day and night forever hies From feast to feat to fill his paunch And make his figure round and staunch, As though his...	225 views Rate it
Robin Hood — John Keats	NO! those days are gone away, And their hours are old and gray, And their minutes buried all Under the down-trodden pall Ofthe leaves of many years: Many...	225 views Rate it
King Stephen — John Keats	A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY ACT I. SCENE I. Field of Battle. Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers. Stephen. If shame can on a soldier's...	225 views Rate it
Number 7 — Robert T. Davenport	Number 7 By Robert T. Davenport In the realm of numbers, a symbol stands tall, A powerful digit, revered by all, Number 7, a mystical guide, With...	224 views Rate it
Hush'd Be the Camps Today — Walt Whitman	Hush'd be the camps today, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander's...	224 views Rate it
Winter-Time — Robert Louis Stevenson	Late lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets...	224 views Rate it