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Betwixt New Loves and Newer Loves

By: Gerald Crow

Poetry

Excerpt: Betwixt new loves and newer loves // Have me not utterly out of mind, // While yet to common praise unfurled // The banner of your beauty moves, // And I am dust upon the wind // That blows my name about the world. // Remember how to-night I crept // Into your bed as lovers do, // And trafficed not with love, but laid // My body by your body and wept // Because of shame at making you // So light a thing as others made.

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The Lily Bed

By: Isabella Valancy Crawford

Poetry

Excerpt: HIS cedar paddle, scented, red, // He thrust down through the lily bed; // Cloaked in a golden pause he lay, // Locked in the arms of the placid bay. // Trembled alone his bark canoe // As shocks of bursting lilies flew // Thro' the still crystal of the tide, // And smote the frail boat's birchen side; // Or, when beside the sedges thin // Rose the sharp silver of a fin; // Or when, a wizard swift and cold, // A dragon-fly beat on in gold // And jewels all the w...

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A Hymn of the Nativity, Sung by the Shepherds

By: Richard Crashaw

Poetry

Excerpt: Chorus. // COME we shepherds who have seen // Day's king deposed by Night's queen. // Come lift we up our lofty song, // To wake the Sun that sleeps too long. // He in this our general joy, // Slept, and dreamt of no such thing // While we found out the fair-ey'd boy, // And kissed the cradle of our king; // Tell him he rises now too late, // To show us aught worth looking at. // Tell him we now can show him more // Than he e'er show'd to mortal sight, // Than h...

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Out of Catallus

By: Richard Crashaw

Poetry

Excerpt: COME and let us live my Dear, // Let us love and never fear, // What the sourest Fathers say: // Brightest Sol that dies today // Lives again as blithe tomorrow, // But if we dark sons of sorrow // Set; o then, how long a Night // Shuts the Eyes of our short light! // Then let amorous kisses dwell // On our lips, begin to tell // A Thousand, and a Hundred, score // An Hundred, and a Thousand more, // Till another Thousand smother // That, and that wipe off anoth...

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Dirge

By: Adelaide Crapsey

Poetry

Excerpt: NEVER the nightingale, // Oh, my dear, // Never again the lark // Thou wilt hear; // Though dusk and the morning still // Tap at thy window-sill, // Though ever love call and call // Thou wilt not hear at all, // My dear, my dear. // Adelaide Crapsey // The Lonely Death // IN the cold I will rise, I will bathe // In waters of ice; myself // Will shiver, and shrive myself, // Alone in the dawn, and anoint // Forehead and feet and hands; // I will shutter the wind...

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Legends

By: Stephen Crane

Poetry

Excerpt: A MAN builded a bugle for the storms to blow. // The focused winds hurled him afar. // He said that the instrument was a failure. // II // When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: Why? // He replied: Because no one admired me. // III // A man said: Thou tree! // The tree answered with the same scorn: Thou man! // Thou art greater than I only in thy possibilities. // IV // A warrior stood upon a peak and defied the stars. // A little magpi...

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Carmen de Boheme

By: Hart Crane

Poetry

Excerpt: SINUOUSLY winding through the room // On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, - // Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume // The andante of smooth hopes and lost regrets. // Bright peacocks drink from flame-pots by the wall, // Just as absinthe-sipping women shiver through // With shimmering blue from the bowl in Circe's hall. // Their brown eyes blacken, and the blue drop hue. // The andante quivers with crescendo's start, // And dies on fire's birth in ...

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Gnosis

By: Christopher Pearse Cranch

Poetry

Excerpt: THOUGHT is deeper than all speech, // Feeling deeper than all thought: // Souls to souls never can teach // What unto themselves was taught. // We are spirits clad in veils; // Man by man was never seen; // All our deep communing fails // To remove the shadowy screen. // Heart to heart was never known; // Mind with mind did never meet; // We are columns left alone // Of a temple once complete. // Like the stars that gem the sky, // Far apart though seeming near,...

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And so Did I

By: Isaac Joslin Cox

Poetry

Excerpt: Before the fire, that winter's night // None seemed so sweet as she, // With winning smile, and dark eyes bright, // And playful repartee. // The dancing light - as round it flashed - // To her seemed drawing nigh, // Her slender waist pressed unabashed; // Thus guided, so did I. // It softly touched her cheeks aflame. // I scarce repressed a sigh. // It touched her lips. Dared I the same? // Too tempting; so did I. // Her ruby lips, half pouting, seemed // My b...

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Olney Hymns

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: XXI. Sardis // (Revalations, iii. 1-6) // Write to Sardis, saith the Lord, // And write what He declares, // He whose Spirit, and whose word, // Upholds the seven stars: // All thy works and ways I search, // Find thy zeal and love decay'd; // Thou art call'd a living church, // But thou art cold and dead.

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Olney Hymns

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: I. Walking with God. // (Genesis, v.24) // Oh! for a closer walk with God, // A calm and heavenly frame; // A light to shine upon the road // That leads me to the Lamb! // Where is the blessedness I knew // When first I saw the Lord? // Where is the soul-refershing view // Of Jesus and his word? // What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! // How sweet their memory still! // But they have left an aching void, // The world can never fill.

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Olney Hymns

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: These hymns were written between 1765 and 1773 at the village of Olney (OHN'ee) where Cowper was under the // influence of the Anglican Evangelical preacher John Newton. This was a period of great religious fervor within the // Evangelical movement and for Cowper, and this enthusiasm is clear in the poems. Less clear, but still visible, are the // lingering affects of the madness which debilitated Cowper in 1762 and to which he again succumbed in 1773. When // William Cowper wrote.

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To a Young Lady

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, // Apt emblem of a virtuous maid - // Silent and chaste she steals along, // Far from the world's gay busy throng: // With gentle yet prevailing force, // Intent upon her destined course; // Graceful and useful all she does, // Blessing and blest where'er she goes; // Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, // And Heaven reflected in her face.

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The Nightingale and the Glowworm

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long // Hath cheer'd the village with his song, // Nor yet at eve his note suspended, // Nor yet when eventide was ended, // Began to feel, as well he might, // The keen demands of appetite; // When, looking eagerly around, // He spied far off, upon the ground, // A something shining in the dark, // And knew the glowworm by his spark; // So stooping down from hawthorn top, // He thought to put him in his crop. // The worm, aware of hi...

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To the Immortal Memory of the Halibut, On Which I Dined This Day, ...

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: WHERE hast thou floated, in what seas pursu'd // Thy pastime? When wast thou an egg new spawn'd, // Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste? // Roar as they might, the overbearing winds // That rock'd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe- // And in thy minikin and embryo state, // Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed, // Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd // The joints of many a stout and gallant bark, // And whelm'd them in the unexplor'd ab...

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Epitaph on a Hare

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: Nor swifter greyhound follow, // Whose footprints ne'er tainted morning dew, (scented) // Nor ear heard huntsman's Hallo, // Old Tiney, surliest of his kiond, // Who, nurs'd with tender care, // And to domestic bounds confin'd, // Was still a wild jack-hare. // Though duly from my hand he took // His pittance ev'ry night, // He did it with a jealous look, // And, when he could, would bite. // His diet was of wheaten bread, // And milk, and oats, and straw, // Th...

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Verses

By: William Cowper

Poetry

Excerpt: I AM monarch of all I survey, // My right there is none to dispute; // From the center all round to the sea // I am lord of the fowl and the brute. // O solitude! where are the charms // That sages have seen in thy face? // Better dwell in the midst of alarms // Than reign in this horrible place. // I am out of humanity's reach. // I must finish my journey alone, // Never hear the sweet music of speech; // I start at the sound of my own. // The beasts that roam ...

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Beauty

By: Abraham Cowley

Poetry

Excerpt: after the Anacreontea // LIBERAL Nature did dispence // To all things Arms for their defence; // And some she arms with sin'ewy force, // And some with swiftness in the course; // Some with hard Hoofs, or forked claws, // And some with Horns, or tusked jaws. // And some with Scales, and some with Wings, // And some with Teeth, and some with Stings. // Wisdom to Man she did afford, // Wisdom for Shield, and Wit for Sword. // What to beauteous Woman-kind, // What ...

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The Wish

By: Abraham Cowley

Poetry

Excerpt: WELL then; I now do plainly see, // This busy world and I shall ne'er agree; // The very honey of all earthly joy // Does of all meats the soonest cloy; // And they, methinks, deserve my pity // Who for it can endure the stings, // The crowd, and buzz, and murmurings // Of this great hive, the city. // Ah, yet, ere I descend to the grave // May I a small house and large garden have! // And a few friends, and many books, both true, // Both wise and both delightfu...

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The Angler's Ballad

By: Charles Cotton

Poetry

Excerpt: AWAY to the brook, // All your tackle out look, // Here's a day that is worth a year's wishing; // See that all things be right, // For 'tis a very spite // To want tools when a man goes a-fishing. // Your rod with tops two, // For the same will not do // If your manner of angling you vary // And full will you may think // If you troll with a pink, // One too weak will be apt to miscarry. // Then basket, neat made // By a master in's trade // In a belt at your s...

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