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Whitman   Crossing Brooklyn Ferry
by Walt Whitman
Crossing Brooklyn Ferry by Walt Whitman I Flood-tide below me ! I see you face to face ! Clouds of the west - sun there half an hour high - I see yo
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Song of Myself LII
by Walt Whitman
Song of Myself LII by Walt Whitman The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I t
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To a Locomotive in Winter
by Walt Whitman
To a Locomotive in Winter by Walt Whitman Thee for my recitative, Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining, Thee in
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When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
by Walt Whitman
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd by Walt Whitman I When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western
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XXIV Whitman
by Walt Whitman
Song of Myself XXIV by Walt Whitman Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sent
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William blake   A Poison Tree
by William Blake
with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night &
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Jerusalem
by William Blake
in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance D
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London
by William Blake
charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every
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The Clod and the Pebble
by William Blake
The Clod & the Pebble by William Blake ‘Love seeketh not Itself to please, ‘Nor for itself hath any care; ‘But for another gives its ease, ‘And
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The Fly
by William Blake
The Fly by William Blake Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me
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The Tyger
by William Blake
The Tyger by William Blake Tyger ! Tyger ! Burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ?
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Wilmot   Homo Sapiens
by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
Homo Sapiens by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester Were I (who to my cost already am One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man) A spirit free to c
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Love and Life
by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester
Love and Life by John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester All my past life is mine no more ; The flying hours are gone, Like transitory dreams given o'er Whos
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Wordsworth   Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3
by William Wordsworth
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge September 3, 1802 by William Wordsworth Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who coul
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daffodils
by William Wordsworth
Daffodils by William Wordsworth I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of go
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intimations of immortality
by William Wordsworth
Ode Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth I There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The ea
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Lucy
by William Wordsworth
Lucy by William Wordsworth (i) Strange fits of passion have I known : And I will dare to tell, But in the Lover's ear alone, What once to me befell.
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Milton
by William Wordsworth
Milton by William Wordsworth Milton ! thou shoudst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, swo
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My heart leaps up when I behold
by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it
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The Prelude
by William Wordsworth
The Prelude (an extract) by William Wordsworth (I) Childhood Fair seed-time had my soul, and I grew up Fostered alike by beauty and by fear : Much f
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The Solitary Reaper
by William Wordsworth
The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here,
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The world is too much with us
by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us by William Wordsworth The world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers : L
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