Poetry
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Count That Day Lost by George Eliot
If you sit down at set of sunAnd count the acts that you have done,And, counting, findOne self-denying deed, one…
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God Needs Antonio by George Eliot
Your soul was lifted by the wings todayHearing the master of the violin:You praised him, praised the great Sabastian tooWho…
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I Grant You Ample Leave by George Eliot
“I grant you ample leaveTo use the hoary formula ‘I am’Naming the emptiness where thought is not;But fill the void…
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In a London Drawingroom by George Eliot
The sky is cloudy, yellowed by the smoke.For view there are the houses oppositeCutting the sky with one long line…
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Mid My Gold-Brown Curls by George Eliot
‘Mid my gold-brown curlsThere twined a silver hair:I plucked it idly outAnd scarcely knew ‘twas there. Coiled in my velvet…
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Roses by George Eliot
You love the roses–so do I. I wishThe sky would rain down roses, as they rainFrom off the shaken bush.…
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Sweet Endings Come and Go, Love by George Eliot
“La noche buena se viene,La noche buena se va,Y nosotros nos iremosY no volveremos mas.” ~ Old Villancico. Sweet evenings…
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A Cooking Egg by T.S. Eliot
En l’an trentiesme de mon aageQue toutes mes hontes j’ay beues…Pipit sate upright in her chairSome distance from where I…
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Aunt Helen by T.S. Eliot
Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,And lived in a small house near a fashionable squareCared for by servants to…
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Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar by T.S. Eliot
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire—nil nisi divinum stabileest; caetera fumus—the gondola stopped, the oldpalace was there, how charming its grey and pink—goats and monkeys,…
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