Liberation Theology Illustrations

Ode to a Lady Whose Lover Was Killed by a Ball, Which at the Same Time Shivered a Portrait Next His Heart

_On peut trouver des femmes qui n'ont jamais eu de galanterie, mais il est rare d'en trouver qui n'en aient jamais eu qu'une_.--[_Réflexions_ ... du Duc de la Rochefoucauld, No.

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The Dream

Our life is twofold: Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, And dreams in their developement have breath, And tears, and...

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The Rape of the Lock:

AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM. 'Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sed juvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.' MART. TO MRS ARABELLA FERMOR. What dire offence from amorous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things, I sing--This verse to Caryll, Muse!

Soliloquy of a Bard in the Country

'Twas now the noon of night, and all was still, Except a hapless Rhymer and his quill.

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The Changeling ( From The Tent on the Beach )

FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- Or bringing from the meadows, At set of harvest-day, The frolic of the blackbirds, The sweetness of the hay.

John Greenleaf Whittier

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The Witch of Atlas

TO MARY (ON HER OBJECTING TO THE FOLLOWING POEM, UPON THE SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST). How, my dear Mary,--are you critic-bitten (For vipers kill, though dead) by some review, That you condemn these verses I have written,...

Rabbi Ben Ezra

Grow old along with me!

The Englishman in Italy

Piano di Sorrento Fortù, Fortù, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little feet! I was sure, if I tried, I could make you laugh spite of Scirocco.

Robert Browning

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Fable

The Two Pots

The strong and the weak cannot keep company

Universalinequalitypartnership

Aesop

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Fable

The Tortoise and the Birds

Never soar aloft on an enemy's pinions

Universaltrustdanger

Aesop

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Cain: A Mystery

SCENE I.--_The Land without Paradise.--Time, Sunrise_. ADAM, EVE, CAIN, ABEL, ADAH, ZILLAH, _offering a Sacrifice_. God, the Eternal! All-wise!-- Who out of darkness on the deep didst make Light on the waters with a word--All Hail! with returning light--All Hail!

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Abt Vogler: After he has been extemporizing upon the musical instrument of his invention

Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, Claiming each slave of the sound, at a touch, as when Solomon willed Armies of angels that soar, legions of...

91. The Vision

THE SUN had clos’d the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger’d maukin taen her way, To kail-yards green, While faithless snaws ilk step betray Whare she has been.

Paradise Lost: Book 05

Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so customed; for his sleep Was aery-light, from pure digestion bred, And temperate vapours bland, which the only sound Of leaves...

The Buried Life

Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll. Yes, yes, we know that we can jest, We know, we know that we can smile!

An Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty

Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven wrought, Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights Do kindle love in high-conceited sprights; I fain to tell the things that...

Strayed Reveller, The

The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through my soul! Thou standest, smiling Down on me!

The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts)

'tis the twanging horn!

A Sketch

"Honest--honest Iago! If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee." Shakespeare.

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The Shepheardes Calender: April

APRILL: Ægloga QuartaTHENOT & HOBBINOLL Tell me good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? hath some Wolfe thy tender Lambes ytorne? Or is thy Bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH

1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky 1.3 Thy wondrous worth proclaim, in every clime, 1.4 And so has vow'd, whilst there is world or time.

Anne Bradstreet

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Fable

The Wolf and the Crane

Gratitude and greed go not together

Universalgratitudegreed

Aesop

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Original Poetry by Victor and Cazire

Here I sit with my paper, my pen and my ink, First of this thing, and that thing, and t'other thing think; Then my thoughts come so pell-mell all into my mind, That the sense or the subject I never...