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The Defence of Lucknow
— Alfred Lord Tennyson
I BANNER of England, not for a season, O banner of Britain, hast thou Floated in conquering battle or flapt to the battle-cry! Never with mightier glory...
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Tamar
— Robinson Jeffers
I A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl, No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range, Young Caul...
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Ode To A Nightingale
— John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute p...
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Rikki-Tikki-Tavi
— Rudyard Kipling
At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death! " Eye to eye and head ...
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The Canonization
— John Donne
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout, My five grey hairs, or ruin'd fortune flout, With wealth your state, yo...
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The Raven
— Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly nap...
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Had I presumed to hope
— Emily Dickinson
Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness' Sake— As Giants—gone away— Had I presumed to gain A Favor so remote— The fai...
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Orpheus
— William Shakespeare
? or John Fletcher. ORPHEUS with his lute made trees And the mountain tops that freeze Bow themselves when he did sing: To his music plants and ...
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A spirit sped
— Stephen Crane
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, "God! God!" He went through valleys Of black death-slime, Ever calling, "God! G...
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
— Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood - blood and torn grass - Had marked the rise of his agony - This lone hunter. The grey-green wood...
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The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top
— Stephen Crane
The chatter of a death-demon from a tree-top Blood -- blood and torn grass -- Had marked the rise of his agony -- This lone hunter. The grey-green w...
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The Mermaid
— Anne Bannerman
When, at last, they retired to rest, Ajut went down to the beach, where finding a fishing-boat, she entered it without hesitation, and, telling those, w...
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Pan Is Dead
— Ezra Pound
‘Pan is dead. Great Pan is dead. Ah! bow your heads, ye maidens all, And weave ye him his coronal.’ 'There is no summer in the leaves, And withered are...
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The Last Post
— Robert Graves
The bugler sent a call of high romance— “Lights out! Lights out!” to the deserted square. On the thin brazen notes he threw a prayer, “God, if it’s t...
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A Watch In The Night
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright, ...
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Awakening
— Jean Cocteau
Grave mouths of lions Sinuous smiling of young crocodiles Along the river's water conveying millions Isles of spice How lovely he is, the son Of the wid...
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I read my sentence—steadily
— Emily Dickinson
I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause— The Date, and manner, of the shame— And th...
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I Abide and Abide and Better Abide
— David McKee Wright
I abide and abide and better abide, And after the old proverb, the happy day; And ever my lady to me doth say, 'Let me alone and I will provide.' I abid...
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The Leaden-Eyed
— Vachel Lindsay
Let not young souls be smothered out before They do quaint deeds and fully flaunt their pride. It is the world's one crime its babes grow dull, Its poor...
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Swan Song
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man’s lure; And love grown faint and fretful, With lips b...
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Design
— Robert Frost
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth -- Assorted characters of death ...
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The Voice of the Ancient Bard
— William Blake
Youth of delight, come hither, And see the opening morn, Image of truth new born. Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason, Dark disputes & artful teazing. Fol...
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On Death
— John Keats
1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think th...
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We dream—it is good we are dreaming
— Emily Dickinson
We dream—it is good we are dreaming— It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek— What harm? Men die—ext...
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O Living Always--Always Dying
— Walt Whitman
O LIVING always--always dying! O the burials of me, past and present! O me, while I stride ahead, material, visible, imperious as ever! O m...
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