SERF POEMS

Merlin Ii

The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's affairs,
Balance-loving nature
Made all things in pairs.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Paradox

I am the mother of sorrows,
I am the ender of grief;
I am the bud and the blossom,
I am the late-falling leaf.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Marmion

Heap on more wood!-the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deem'd the new-born year
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Sir Walter Scott

Norman And Saxon

My son," said the Norman Baron, "I am dying, and you will be heir
To all the broad acres in England that William gave me for my share
When we conquered the Saxon at Hastings, and a nice little handful it is.
But before you go over to rule it I want you to understand this:-
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Rudyard Kipling

The Curse Of The Charter-breakers

IN Westminster's royal halls,
Robed in their pontificals,
England's ancient prelates stood
For the people's right and good.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

The Penal Days.

Air--The Wheelwright.


I.
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Thomas Osborne Davis

Night And Morning

Was it a lie that they told me,
Was it a pitiless hoax?
A sop for my soul and its longing
Only to cozen and coax?
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Anonymous Americas

The Norman Baron

et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut
que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de
maladie, et de peril de mort, les nobles se repentirent de
posseder des serfs, comme d'une chose peu agreable a Dieu, qui
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Ballad Of The White Horse: 05 - Book Iv: The Woman In The Forest

Thick thunder of the snorting swine,
Enormous in the gloam,
Rending among all roots that cling,
And the wild horses whinnying,
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G. K. Chesterton

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story: Part Ii

The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,
Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and cast
His useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,
Far from him, northward; his long, ruddy spear
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Metabole

An Apostrophe To The Moon.


O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,
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Alfred Castner King

On Departure For The Caucas

Farewell my hateful Russian country!
People of lord and serf you are--
Farewell, salute, bent knee and hand-kiss,
Three-masters, uniform and star!
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Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Servus -- Reginae

Don't call. Without any summons
I'll reach the shrine.
And droop my head in even silence
To your feet fine.
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Aleksandr Aleksandrovich Blok

Las Où Est Maintenant Ce Mespris De Fortune

Las où est maintenant ce mespris de Fortune
Où est ce coeur vainqueur de toute adversité,
Cest honneste desir de l'immortalité,
Et ceste honneste flamme au peuple non commune ?
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Joachim Du Bellay

Christmas In The Olden Time

On Christmas-eve the bells were rung;
The damsel donned her kirtle sheen;
The hall was dressed with holly green;
Forth to the wood did merry men go,
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Sir Walter Scott

Abraham Lincoln, From The Ode Recited At The Harvard Commemoration

Life may be given in many ways,
And loyalty to Truth be sealed
As bravely in the closet as the field,
So bountiful is Fate;
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James Russell Lowell

Cui Bono

Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles,
Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;
Why should he labour to help his neighbour
Who feels too reckless to help himself?
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

A L'ambitieux Et Avare Ennemi Des Bonnes Lettres

Serf de Faveur, esclave d'Avarice,
Tu n'eus jamais sur toi-même pouvoir,
Et je me veux d'un tel maître pourvoir
Que l'Esprit libre en plaisir se nourrisse.
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Joachim Du Bellay

Frédégonde

Ah ! misérable ! mords ta langue. Hors d'ici !
Tais-toi. Tant que je vis, telle que me voici,
Et si bas que je tombe encore, vil serf, sache
Qu'il me suffit d'un geste et d'un mot, pour qu'on hache
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle

The Idols

An Ode
Luce intellettual, piena d' amore


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Robert Laurence Binyon

The World's Convention Of The Friends Of Emancipation, Held In London In 1840

Yes, let them gather! Summon forth
The pledged philanthropy of Earth.
From every land, whose hills have heard
The bugle blast of Freedom waking;
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John Greenleaf Whittier

Ye Wearie Wayfarer, Hys Ballad - (in Eight Fyttes)

Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Sordello: Book The Fifth

Is it the same Sordello in the dusk
As at the dawn? merely a perished husk
Now, that arose a power fit to build
Up Rome again? The proud conception chilled
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Robert Browning

Marmion: Introduction To Canto Vi.

Heap on more wood! the wind is chill;
But let it whistle as it will,
We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Each age has deemed the new-born year
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Walter Scott (sir)

The Lady Of The Lake: Canto Iv. - The Prophecy

I.
The rose is fairest when 't is budding new,
And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;
The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew
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Walter Scott (sir)

The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto Iv

I
Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide
The glaring bale-fires blaze no more;
No longer steel-clad warrior ride
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Walter Scott (sir)

The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Iii

I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
Sudden and deep the thunder-peal has roll'd,
How when its echoes fell, a silence dead
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Walter Scott (sir)

The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Iv

I.
Stranger! if e'er thine ardent step hath traced
The northern realms of ancient Caledon,
Where the proud Queen of Wilderness hath placed,
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Walter Scott (sir)

Ye Wearie Wayfarer, Hys Ballad In Eight Fyttes: Fytte 07

Cito Pede Preterit Aetas
[A Philosophical Dissertation]

“Gillian's dead, God rest her bier-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Celaeno

The blind king hides his weeping eyeless head,
Sick with the helpless hate and shame and awe,
Till food have choked the glutted hell-bird's craw
And the foul cropful creature lie as dead
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

The Death Of Raschi

Aaron Ben Mier “loquitur.”


If I remember Raschi? An I live,
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Emma Lazarus

The White Man's Burden

Take up the White man's burden --
Send forth the best ye breed --
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
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Rudyard Kipling

The Shorter Week

I worked for fifty hours a week,
And someone said to me,
'Don't be a serf! Throw off your chains,
And show the world you're free!'
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part Ii.

The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,
Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and cast
His useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,
Far from him, northward; his long, ruddy spear
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

The King-s Evil

They brought them up from their huts in the fens,
The woeful sufferers gaunt and grim;
They flocked from the city's noisome dens
To the Monarch's throne to be touched by him.
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John Boyle O'reilly

The Vow Of Washington

The sword was sheathed: in April's sun
Lay green the fields by Freedom won;
And severed sections, weary of debates,
Joined hands at last and were United States.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

God And The Right

n not the mark of the beast
By marching her power the State to secure
Of blood-imbued wolf of the East;
The Bulgarian, he, and Servian dree
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Joseph Skipsey

Marenghi

I.
Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,
Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,
Who barter wrong for wrong, until the exchange
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Lay Of The Last Minstrel: Canto Iv.

I
Sweet Teviot! on thy silver tide
The glaring bale-fires blaze no more;
No longer steel-clad warrior ride
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Sir Walter Scott

The Idolators

The veil was rent, and mundane Time merged in Eternity;
And I beheld the End of Things. I heard the Last Decree
Pronounced on all the World that Is, and Was, and Is to Be.

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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis

Kossuth

Type of two mighty continents!--combining
The strength of Europe with the warmth and glow
Of Asian song and prophecy,--the shining
Of Orient splendors over Northern snow!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

Music: An Ode

WAS it light that spake from the darkness,
or music that shone from the word,
When the night was enkindled with sound
of the sun or the first-born bird?
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

The Burial Of William - The Conqueror

Oh, who may this dead warrior be
That to his grave they bring?
`Tis William, Duke of Normandy,
The conqueror and king.
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Robert Fuller Murray

The Joys Of Home

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Edgar Albert Guest

Canada To England

GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas,
When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice,
Caught but the plaintive sighings of my woods,
And the wild roar of rock-dividing streams,
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Isabella Valancy Crawford

Looking Death In The Face

AY, in thy face, old fellow! Now's the time.
The Black Sea wind flaps my tent-roof, nor wakes
These lads of mine, who take of sleep their fill,
As if they thought they'd never sleep again,
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Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out oâ??er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
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Emily Jane Brontë

The Mutiny Of The Chains

PENAL COLONY OF WESTERN AUSTRALIA, 1857


THE sun rose o'er dark Fremantle,
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John Boyle O'reilly

Christmas

The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;
The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;
The gentle sigh of soul-subduing piety;
The alms which open-hearted charity
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Sir Walter Scott

My Native Land!

WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
Where the flames of light and feeling glow;
Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
Where the bounding heart swells strong and high,
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton