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RHYMES OF A ROLLING STONE Prelude I sing no idle songs of dalliance days,No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming;I have no Celia to enchant my lays,No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming.I am no wordsmith dripping gems divineInto the golden chalice of a sonnet;If love songs witch you, close this book of mine,Waste no time on it. Yet bring I to my work an eager joy,A lusty love of life and all things...
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Kalidasa
KALIDASA—HIS LIFE AND WRITINGS I Kalidasa probably lived in the fifth century of the Christian era. This date, approximate as it is, must yet be given with considerable hesitation, and is by no means certain. No truly biographical data are preserved about the author, who nevertheless enjoyed a great popularity during his life, and whom the Hindus have ever regarded as the greatest of Sanskrit poets....
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HAFBUR AND SIGNE Young Hafbur King and Sivard King They lived in bitter enmity;’Twas Signe proud that caused their feud, Of maidens all the fairest she. It was youthful Hafbur King Awaked at midnight with a bound,And full of dread he straightway said His wondrous dream to all around. “Methought I was in heaven’s domain, Within that place so fair to view,And held to my breast...
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Bret Harte
BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH Although Bret Harte's name is identified with Californian life, it was not till he was fifteen that the author of "Plain Language from Truthful James" saw the country of his adoption. Francis Bret Harte, to give the full name which he carried till he became famous, was born at Albany, New York, August 25, 1839. He went with his widowed mother to California in 1854, and...
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ABRAHAM LINCOLN: Born, Feb. 12th, 1809. Assassinated, Good-Friday, April 14th, 1865. "Confusion now hath made his masterpiece!Most sacrilegious murder hath broke opeThe Lord's anointed temple, and stole thenceThe life o' the building. * * * * * * * * * * "Approach the chamber, and destroy your sightWith a new Gorgon:—Do not bid me speak;See, and then speak yourselves.—Awake!...
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John Clare
BIOGRAPHICAL The life of John Clare, offering as it does so much opportunity for sensational contrast and unbridled distortion, became at one time (like the tragedy of Chatterton) a favourite with the quillmen. Even his serious biographers have made excessive use of light and darkness, poetry and poverty, genius and stupidity: that there should be some uncertainty about dates and incidents is no great...
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THE EXPEDITION TO BIRTING’S LAND The King he o’er the castle rules, He rules o’er all the land;O’er many a hardy hero too, With naked sword in hand. Let the courtier govern his steed, The boor his thatchèd cot,But Denmark’s King o’er castles rules, For nobler is his lot. King Diderik sits on Brattingsborg, And round he looks with pride:“No one I know of in the...
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Henry Cole
TRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS. A diller, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar,What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,And now you come at noon. A long tailed pig, or a short tailed pig,Or a pig without a tail,A sow pig, or a boar pig,Or a pig with a curly tail. As I was going up Pippen hill,Pippen hill was dirty;There I met a pretty Miss,And she dropt me a curtsey. Little Miss,...
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Charles Sangster
DEDICATORY POEM. Dear Carrie, were we truly wise, And could discern with finer eyes, And half-inspired sense, The ways of Providence: Could we but know the hidden things That brood beneath the Future's wings, Hermetically sealed, But soon to be revealed: Would we, more blest than we are now, In due submission learn to bow,— Receiving on our...
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Henry Abbey
I. THE VENDER OF VIOLETS."Violets!Violets! Violets!"This was the cry I heardAs I passed through the street of a city;And quickly my heart was stirredTo an incomprehensible pity,At the undertone of the cry;For it seemed like the voice of oneWho was stricken, and all undone,Who was only longing to die."Violets! Violets! Violets!"The voice came nearer still."Surely," I said,...
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