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121
An Inscription for a Temple - Dedicated to the Graces (at Woburn-Abbey)
Approach with reverence. There are those within, ...
Samuel Rogers
122
Returning To Live In The South (I)
When young, I'd not enjoyed the common pleasures, ...
Tao Chien
123
Meditations Of A Negro's Mind, II
Doth negro claim existence now ...
Charles Frederick White
124
On Bishop Burnet's Being Set On Fire In His Closet
From that dire æra, bane to Sarum's pride, ...
Thomas Parnell
125
To Lallie (Outside the British Museum.)
UP those Museum steps you came, ...
Amy Levy
126
Mr. George Beach,
Died at Hartford, May 4th, 1860. ...
Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney
127
Market Women’s Cries
APPLES ...
Jonathan Swift
128
Who is at my door?
He said, "Who is at my door?" ...
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
129
To Mother (Songs Of Dreams)
Do you remember how at Airolo ...
Ethel Clifford
130
A Looking-Glass For Ladies, Or A Mirrour For Married Women. Tune, Queen Dido, Or Troy Town
When Greeks and Trojans fell at strife, ...
Anonymous British
131
Barbara's Courtship
'Tis just three months and eke a day, ...
Horatio Alger Jr
132
We are Ambitious Overmuch in Life
We are ambitious overmuch in life,Straining at ends of...
Walter Richard Cassels
133
On My Bed Of A Winter Night
On my bed of a winter night,Deep in a sleep and deep in a...
Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard
134
When You Mournfully Rivet Your Tear-Laden Eyes
When you mournfully rivet your tear-laden eyes,That have...
Frances Anne Kemble
135
Body's Song
I listen to an inner song of wind,Whose wanton rhythmic...
Isobel Stone
136
At Last I Got A Letter From The Dead
At last I got a letter from the dead,And out of it there...
Richard Le Gallienne
137
If All the World Were Right
IF all the world were right,How fair our love could grow...
Dollie Radford
138
Limerick: There was a Young Lady of Dorking
There was a Young Lady of Dorking,Who bought a large...
Edward Lear
139
To Mother (Love's Journey)
I think the spell is gone from out my singing,The music...
Ethel Clifford
140
Dead Waves
In the deep darkness underneath the groundThat never has...
Manuel Gutierrez Najera

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