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Tristram And Iseult

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TRISTRAM

Tristram. Is she not come? The messenger was sure—
Prop me upon the pillows once again—
Raise me, my page! this cannot long endure.
—Christ, what a night! how the sleet whips the pane!
What lights will those out to the northward be?

The Page. The lanterns of the fishing-boats at sea.

Tristram. Soft—who is that, stands by the dying fire?

The Page. Iseult.

Tristram. Ah! not the Iseult I desire.

What Knight is this so weak and pale,
Though the locks are yet brown on his noble head,
Propt on pillows in his bed,

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poem by Matthew Arnold
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The Assembly Of Ladies

In Septembre, at the falling of the leef,
The fressh sesoun was al-togider doon,
And of the corn was gadered in the sheef;
In a gardyn, about twayn after noon,
Ther were ladyes walking, as was her wone,
Foure in nombre, as to my mynd doth falle,
And I the fifte, the simplest of hem alle.

Of gentilwomen fayre ther were also,
Disporting hem, everiche after her gyse,
In crosse-aleys walking, by two and two,
And some alone, after her fantasyes.
Thus occupyed we were in dyvers wyse;
And yet, in trouthe, we were not al alone;
Ther were knightës and squyers many one.

'Wherof I served?' oon of hem asked me;
I sayde ayein, as it fel in my thought,

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Modern Love

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By this he knew she wept with waking eyes:
That, at his hand's light quiver by her head,
The strange low sobs that shook their common bed
Were called into her with a sharp surprise,
And strangled mute, like little gaping snakes,
Dreadfully venomous to him. She lay
Stone-still, and the long darkness flowed away
With muffled pulses. Then, as midnight makes
Her giant heart of Memory and Tears
Drink the pale drug of silence, and so beat
Sleep's heavy measure, they from head to feet
Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,
By vain regret scrawled over the blank wall.
Like sculptured effigies they might be seen
Upon their marriage-tomb, the sword between;
Each wishing for the sword that severs all.

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poem by George Meredith
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Beppo, A Venetian Story

I.
'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout
All countries of the Catholic persuasion,
Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about,
The People take their fill of recreation,
And buy repentance, ere they grow devout,
However high their rank, or low their station,
With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masking,
And other things which may be had for asking.

II.
The moment Night with dusky mantle covers
The skies (and the more duskily the better),
The Time--less liked by husbands than by lovers--
Begins, and Prudery flings aside her fetter,
And Gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,
Giggling with all the Gallants who beset her;
And there are Songs and quavers, roaring, humming,
Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.

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poem by Byron
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Beppo

I.
'Tis known, at least it should be, that throughout
All countries of the Catholic persuasion,
Some weeks before Shrove Tuesday comes about,
The people take their fill of recreation,
And buy repentance, ere they grow devout,
However high their rank, or low their station,
With fiddling, feasting, dancing, drinking, masking,
And other things which may be had for asking.

II.
The moment night with dusky mantle covers
The skies (and the more duskily the better),
The time less liked by husbands than by lovers
Begins, and prudery flings aside her fetter;
And gaiety on restless tiptoe hovers,
Giggling with all the gallants who beset her;
And there are songs and quavers, roaring, humming,
Guitars, and every other sort of strumming.

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poem by Byron (1818)
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Peter Bell, A Tale

PROLOGUE

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.

And now I 'have' a little Boat,
In shape a very crescent-moon
Fast through the clouds my boat can sail;
But if perchance your faith should fail,
Look up--and you shall see me soon!

The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring,
Rocking and roaring like a sea;
The noise of danger's in your ears,
And ye have all a thousand fears
Both for my little Boat and me!

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poem by William Wordsworth
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Give Your Heart To The Hawks

1 he apples hung until a wind at the equinox,

That heaped the beach with black weed, filled the dry grass

Under the old trees with rosy fruit.

In the morning Fayne Fraser gathered the sound ones into a

basket,

The bruised ones into a pan. One place they lay so thickly
She knelt to reach them.

Her husband's brother passing
Along the broken fence of the stubble-field,
His quick brown eyes took in one moving glance
A little gopher-snake at his feet flowing through the stubble
To gain the fence, and Fayne crouched after apples
With her mop of red hair like a glowing coal
Against the shadow in the garden. The small shapely reptile

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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When I Look

When I look into a mirror
I see hopes and I see dreams
My imagination becomes clearer
Sometimes I see my fathers genes.
I see sadness and also frustration
Dotted about the face
I see thinking and concentration
And I see loyalty and also grace.
I see worries and also sadness
When I look deeper into the lines
I see a soul calling out in distress
On many days and different times.
Sometimes I see the future
And many times I see the past
Sewed inside the soul with a suture
Knowing nothing forever will last.
I see hate and a need to avenge
As I look deeper into the mirror
But then I see woe and revenge
As my face becomes clearer.

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poem by Randy McClave
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I See You...

I see you...
Holding onto someone else.
I see you,
Peeking from behind a disguise...
Trying to send a naked eye too!

I see you!
I see you!
Or do you think...
You are not in public view?

I see you...
Let others cuddle up and touch.
I see you...
Grinning like a mouse on weed too much.
And ready...
To taste some delicious fresh cheese.

I see you...
Opening up your eyes.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Need Red

He sees red. In a snap, He frees head
He flings it, away with all decorum.
A quorum, his mental faculty cannot form
His mind is at once deformed into the form,
Of a moon-pest, a lunatick.

He read red, spread through their blunders
So like a bull, in a china shop
He began to pull, the whole place assunder,
Breaking bones, taking home,
No prisoners; this irate wave, roars like thunder.

Red, the unspoken language of violence,
The color of bloodshed,
The emblem of the hot-head.
Red, a madman, shouting in ire
Aflame with rage, eyes ablaze like hell-fire.

But now I see red, and instead of dread,
I see bread, and see wine,

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poem by Joba Akinola
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