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A Satirical Elegy on the Death of a Late Famous General
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BY JONATHAN SWIFT (1667-1745)
His Grace! impossible! what dead!
Of old age too, and in his bed!
And could that mighty warrior fall?
And so i... |
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
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by MARGARET THOMAS (1843-1929)
Dead in the bush by his own rash hand,Life from its shattered temple riven,Staining with blood the sinless land,Dead i... |
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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death
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by W. B. YEATS (1865-1939)
I KNOW that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do ... |
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Elegy for Jane
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by THEODORE ROETHKE (1908-1963)
My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a sidelong p... |
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Requiem
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by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down ... |
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Superman
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by ROBERT GRANT (1852-1940)
The horror-haunted Belgian plains riven by shot and shellAre strewn with her undaunted sons who stayed the jaws of hell.I... |
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The Grave of Keats
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by Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)
Rid of the world's injustice, and his pain,He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:Taken from life when life... |
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The Last Words of Charles Edwards, Esq.
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by William Maginn
Dear North, — I shall be obliged by your sinking scruples, and giving a place in your next number to the enclosed paper, entitled &... |
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There Will Come Soft Rains
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by SARA TEASDALE (1884-1933)
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in ... |