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Alfred Lord Tennyson: Sonnet ("Blow ye the trumpet")
SonnetWritten on hearing of the outbreak of the Polish Insurrection. Blow ye the trumpet, gather from afar The hosts to battle: be not bought and sold. Arise, brave Poles, the…Ralph Waldo Emerson: The Rhodora:
The Rhodora:On Being Asked, Whence Is the Flower?In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please…Ralph Waldo Emerson: Xenophanes
XenophanesBy fate, not option, frugal Nature gave One scent to hyson and to wall-flower, One sound to pine-groves and to waterfalls, One aspect to the desert and the lake. It was her stern…George Sylvester Viereck: The Buried City
The Buried CityGeorge Sylvester ViereckMy heart is like a city of the gay Reared on the ruins of a perished one Wherein my dead loves cower from the sun, White-swathed like kings, the…Aesop's Fables: The Bear and the Travellers
by Aesop The Gnat and the BullThe Slave and the LionThe Bear and the Travellers Two Travellers were on the road together, when a Bear suddenly appeared on the scene. Before he observed…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Frae The Friends And Land I Love
by Robert Burns Nithsdale's Welcome HameSuch A Parcel Of Rogues In A NationFrae The Friends And Land I Love Tune-"Carron Side." Frae the friends and land I love, Driv'n by…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: My Native Land Sae Far Awa
by Robert Burns Thou Gloomy DecemberMy Native Land Sae Far Awa O sad and heavy, should I part, But for her sake, sae far awa; Unknowing what my way may thwart, My…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
by Robert Burns A Health To Ane I Loe DearInscription To Miss Jessy LewarsO Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast O wert thou in the cauld blast, On yonder lea, on yonder lea, My…1978 National Book Awards
Biography and AutobiographySamuel Johnson, W. Jackson BateChildren's LiteratureThe View From the Oak, Judith Kohl and Herbert KohlContemporary ThoughtWinners and Losers, Gloria…Sonnets by William Shakespeare: LXVI
Sonnet LXV Sonnet LXVII LXVI Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn…Trending
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