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| 3791. | To The Chapel Bell by Robert Southey | | "Lo I, the man who erst the Muse did ask
Her deepest notes to swell the Patriot's meeds,
Am now enforst a far unfitter task
For cap and gown to lea... |
| 3792. | Some Like Poetry by Wislawa Szymborska | | Write it. Write. In ordinary ink
on ordinary paper: they were given no food,
they all died of hunger. "All. How many?
It's a big meadow. How much g... |
| 3793. | Pi by Wislawa Szymborska | | The admirable number pi:
three point one four one.
All the following digits are also just a start,
five nine two because it never ends.
It can... |
| 3794. | Harp of the North, Farewell! by Sir Walter Scott | | Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark,
T... |
| 3795. | Patriotism 01 Innominatus by Sir Walter Scott | | BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'... |
| 3796. | Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox by Sir Walter Scott | | TO mute and to material things
New life revolving summer brings;
The genial call dead Nature hears,
And in her glory reappears.
But oh, my Country... |
| 3797. | Patriotism 1. Innominatus by Sir Walter Scott | | BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him... |
| 3798. | Pibroch of Donail Dhu by Sir Walter Scott | | Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil,
Wake thy wild voice anew,
Summon Clan-Conuil.
Come away, come away,
Hark to the summons!
Come in your ... |
| 3799. | The Maid of Neidpath by Sir Walter Scott | | O lovers’ eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers’ ears in hearing;
And love, in life’s extremity,
Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had b... |
| 3800. | The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh | | If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy lo... |
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