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Adieu by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Waving whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze And what says the breeze to you? ‘Mid passing souls ill at ease, Moving murmuring trees, Would ye ever wave an Adieu? Tossing turbulent seas, Winds that wrestle with these, … Continue reading

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Sudden Light by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I … Continue reading

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The Jester by Rudyard Kipling

There are three degrees of bliss At the foot of Allah’s Throne, And the highest place is his Who saves a brother’s soul At peril of his own. There is the Power made known! There are three degrees of bliss … Continue reading

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An Essay on Woman by Mary Leapor

Woman, a pleasing but a short-lived flower, Too soft for business and too weak for power: A wife in bondage, or neglected maid; Despised, if ugly; if she’s fair, betrayed. ‘Tis wealth alone inspires every grace, And calls the raptures … Continue reading

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The Execration by Elizabeth Thomas

Enslaved by passions, swelled with pride, In love with one whom all deride; A carcase well, yet mind in pain, Reduced to beg, but beg in vain; To live reserved and free from blame, And yet incur an evil fame: … Continue reading

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Time’s Song by Winthrop Mackworth Praed

O’er the level plains, where mountains greet me as I go, O’er the desert waste where fountains at my bidding flow, On the boundless beam by day, on the cloud by night, I am rushing hence away! Who will chain … Continue reading

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A Lake by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

A lake Is a river curled and asleep like a snake. Thomas Lovell Beddoes 1803-1849

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