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Whitman

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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