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Fill me a mighty bowlUp to the brim,That I may drinkUnto my Jonson's soul.Crown it again, again;And thrice repeatThat...

'Croak, croak, croak,'Thus the Raven spoke,Perched on his crooked treeAs hoarse as hoarse could be.Shun him and fear...

Monsignore,Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,Now of the delightful Court...

We went by ways of bygone days,Up mountain heights of story,Where lost in vague, historic haze,Tradition, crowned...

Dust on the page, from these forgetful years!I brush it off, to see the fading dateWritten in boyish hand; to find...

(After he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention)I.Would that the structure brave, the...

[Midnight.]First, two white arms that held him very close,And ever closer as he drew him backReluctantly, the loose...

I come, ye little noisy Crew,Not long your pastime to prevent;I heard the blessing which to youOur common Friend and...

Others because you did not keepThat deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;Yet always when I look death in the...

Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us haveWhile we this trental sing about thy grave.Had wolves or tigers seen...

Ye poets ragged and forlorn,Down from your garrets haste;Ye rhymers, dead as soon as born,Not yet consign'd to...

I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;And I dreamed my...

("Tout vit! et se pose avec gr'ce.")How graceful the picture! the life, the repose!The sunbeam that plays on the...

When famed Varelst this little wonder drew,Flora vouchsafed the growing works to view;Finding the painter's science...

"A Calendar! a Calendar! look in the Almanac, find out moonshine - find out moonshine!" - Midsummer Night's...

As slow I climb the cliff's ascending side,Much musing on the track of terror past,When o'er the dark wave rode the...

I be'n down in ole KentuckyFur a week er two, an' say,'T wuz ez hard ez breakin' oxenFur to tear myse'f away.Allus...

IIl pleut doucement sur la ville.--RIMBAUDTears fall within mine heart,As rain upon the town:Whence does this languor...

Qual maraviglia '.If being near the fire I burned with it,Now that its flame is quenched and doth not show,What...

France, cloven in twain by fire of hell and hate,Shamed with the shame of men her meanest born,Soldier and judge...