To make this condiment, your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs;
Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve,
Smoothness and softness to the salad give;
Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,
And,... – by Sydney Smith | 34 Views added 4 years ago
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Twas raw, and chill, and cold outside,
With a boisterous wind untamed,
But I was sitting snug within,
Where my good log-fire flamed.
As my clock ticked,
My cat purred,
And my kettle... – by Tudor Storrs Jenks | 9 Views added 4 years ago
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Broad daylight, with a sense of weariness!
Mine eyes were closed, but I was not asleep,
My hand was in my father's, and I felt
His presence near me. Thus we often past
In silence, hour by hour. What was the need
Of interchanging... – by Toru Dutt | 894 Views added 4 years ago
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A terror both of gods and men
Was Heerun Kasyapu, the king;
No bear more sullen in its den,
No tiger quicker at the spring.
In strength of limb he had not met,
Since first his black flag he unfurled,
Nor in audacious courage,... – by Toru Dutt | 15 Views added 4 years ago
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What tale is this which stirs a world of knaves
Out of its grubbing to throw greasy pence
Forth to the hat, and choke with eloquence
In boastful prose and verse of doubtful staves?
Four men have died, gentlemen, heroes, braves;
... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 18 Views added 4 years ago
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You who are still and white
And cold like stone;
For whom the unfailing light
Is spent and done;
For whom no more the breath
Of dawn, nor evenfall
Nor Spring, nor love, nor death
Matter at... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 10 Views added 4 years ago
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They have him in a cage
And little children run
To offer him well-meant bits of bun,
And very common people say, "My word!
Ain't he a 'orrible bird!"
And the smart, "How absurd!
Poor, captive, draggled,... – by Thomas William Hodgson Crosland | 31 Views added 4 years ago
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This cool quiet of trees
In the grey dusk of the north,
In the green half-dusk of the west,
Where fires still glow;
These glimmering fantasies
Of foliage branching forth
And drooping into rest;
Ye lovers, know
That in... – by Thomas Moult | 57 Views added 4 years ago
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To the heart, to the heart the white petals
Quietly fall.
Memory is a little wind, and magical
The dreaming hours.
As a breath they fall, as a sigh;
Green garden hours too langorous to waken,
White leaves of blossomy tree... – by Thomas Moult | 9 Views added 4 years ago
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Brown earth, sun-soaked,
Beneath his head
And over the quiet limbs....
Through time unreckoned
Lay this brown earth for him. Now is he come.
Truly he hath a sweet... – by Thomas Moult | 8 Views added 4 years ago
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Oh, Youth! could dark futurity reveal
Her hidden worlds, unlock her cloud-hung gates,
Or snatch the keys of mystery from time,
Your souls would madden at the piercing sight
Of fortune, wielding high her woe-born arms
To crush... – by Thomas Gent | 4 Views added 4 years ago
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Love!--what is love? a mere machine, a spring
For freaks fantastic, a convenient thing,
A point to which each scribbling wight most steer,
Or vainly hope for food or favour here;
A summer's sigh; a winter's wistful tale:
A sound... – by Thomas Gent | 19 Views added 4 years ago
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A mossy footfall in this wood
A peal of thunder were,
Or autumn tempest-shriek, compared
With the unwhispered stir
Of massy fluids lift in air,
To build these leafy pillars... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 9 Views added 4 years ago
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As comes amain the glossy flying raven,
That with unwavering wing, breast on the view,
Cleaves slow the lucid air beneath the blue,
And seems scarce other than a figure graven -
Ha! now the sweeping pinions flash... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 4 Views added 4 years ago
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The lithe wind races and sings
Over the grasses and wheat -
See the emerald floor as it springs
To the touch of invisible... – by Theodore Harding Rand | 6 Views added 4 years ago
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I dreamed that life and time and space were one,
And the pure trance of dawn;
The increase drawn
From all the journeys of the travelling sun,
And the long mysteries of sound and sight,
The whispering rains,
And... – by Violet Jacob | 43 Views added 4 years ago
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The willows stand by Fringford brook,
From Fringford up to Hethe,
Sun on their cloudy silver heads,
And shadow... – by Violet Jacob | 6 Views added 4 years ago
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Give me to-night to hide me in the shade,
That neither moon nor star
May see the secret place where I am laid,
Nor watch me from... – by Violet Jacob | 5 Views added 4 years ago
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She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers
Someone had brought her from Ispahan,
And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms,
And the coral-hafted feather fan;
But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight,
And skipped... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 85 Views added 4 years ago
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When little lights in little ports come out,
Quivering down through water with the stars,
And all the fishing fleet of slender spars
Range at their moorings, veer with tide... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 69 Views added 4 years ago
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We owned a garden on a hill,
We planted rose and daffodil,
Flowers that English poets sing,
And hoped for glory in the... – by Victoria Mary Sackville-West | 181 Views added 4 years ago
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Morning glances hither,
Now the shade is past;
Dream and fog fly thither
Where Night goes at last;
Open eyes and roses
As the darkness closes;
And the sound that grows is
Nature walking... – by Victor Hugo | 242 Views added 4 years ago
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Tis night - within the close stout cabin door,
The room is wrapped in shade save where there fall
Some twilight rays that creep along the floor,
And show the fisher's nets upon the... – by Victor Hugo | 59 Views added 4 years ago
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The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the
low bed,
With anguish moaned, - fair Form pain should possess
not long;
For, ever nigher, Death hovered around her head:
I hearkened there this moan, and heard even there
... – by Victor-Marie Hugo | 16 Views added 4 years ago
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Some men were born for great things,
Some were born for small;
Some--it is not recorded
Why they were born at all;
But Uncle Sammy was certain he had a legitimate
... – by Will Carleton | 18 Views added 4 years ago
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I.
If you to me be cold,
Or I be false to you,
The world will go on, I think,
Just as it used to do;
The clouds will flirt with the moon,
The sun will kiss the sea,
The wind to the trees will whisper,
And laugh at you... – by Will Carleton | 15 Views added 4 years ago
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There is a chillness in the air--
A coldness in the smile of day;
And e'en the sunbeam's crimson glare
Seems shaded with a tinge of... – by Will Carleton | 18 Views added 4 years ago
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In smoky lamplight of a Smyrna Cafe,
He saw them, seven solemn negroes dancing,
With faces rapt and out-thrust bellies prancing
In a slow solemn ceremonial cakewalk,
Dancing and prancing to the sombre tom-tom
Thumped by a... – by Wilfred Wilson Gibson | 19 Views added 4 years ago
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In each black tile a mimic fire's aglow,
And in the hearthlight old mahogany,
Ripe with stored sunshine that in Mexico
Poured like gold wine into the living tree
Summer on summer through a century,
Burns like a crater in the... – by Wilfred Wilson Gibson | 16 Views added 4 years ago
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Only the footprints of the partridge run
Over the billowy drifts on the mountain-side;
And now on level wings the brown birds glide
Following the snowy curves, and in the sun
Bright birds of gold above the stainless white
They... – by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson | 13 Views added 4 years ago
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