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The Land of Fable By Victor Hugo Now, vot'ries of the Muses, turn your eyes,     Unto the East, and say what there appears!...

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By  Robert Lee Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will ...

A Dream By  Edgar Allan Poe In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed  —   But a waking dream of life and light Hath left ...

The Tailor (1) By  Robert Burns The Tailor fell thro’ the bed, thimbles an’ a’, The Tailor fell thro’ the bed, thimbles an’ a’; The blankets...

No Man’s Land By  Gilbert Parker Oh, we have been a-maying, dear, beyond the city gates,     The little city set upon a hill; And we have se...

The Rose of Peace By William Butler Yeats If Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you fr...

The Aim was Song By  Robert Lee Frost Before man came to blow it right     The wind once blew itself untaught, And did its loudest day and n...