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Including probably the only complete version of Gray's Elegy on the internet.


Thomas Gray
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
The Curfeu tolls the Knell of parting Day, The lowing Herd winds slowly o'er the Lea, The Plow-man homeward, plods his weary Way, And leaves the World to Darkness and to me ...

George Crabbe
The Pauper's Funeral
Now once again the gloomy scene explore, Less gloomy now; the bitter hour is o'er, The man of many sorrows sighs no more - Up yonder hill, behold how sadly slow The bier moves winding from the vale below ...

George R Sims
In the Workhouse, Christmas Day
It is Christmas Day in the workhouse and the cold, bare walls are bright With garlands of green and holly and the place is a pleasant sight ...

Charles Wolfe
The Burial of Sir John Moore at Corunna
Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corpse to the rampart we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried ...

Robert Herrick
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same Flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying ...

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
The Charge of the Light Brigade
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred ...

Robert Southey
After Blenheim
It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun ...

Thomas Gray
Ode on the Death of a Favourite Cat Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes
'Twas on a lofty vases side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow ...

Thomas Gray
Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy Shade ...

Siegfried Sassoon
Suicide in the Trenches
I knew a simple soldier boy who grinned at life in empty joy,

Siegfried Sassoon
The General
"Good-morning, good-morning!" the General said when we met him last week on our way to the line.

Lorem Ipsum
Sonnet One
When, by my side, my lover lies in bed And holds me close, his face against my breast, All other things that live in life are dead; And by his love I feel myself caressed.

Lorem Ipsum
In Honour of the Occasion of C_____'s 30th Birthday
When back thro' swirlin' Mists of bygone Days, I cast mine Eyes to view what's passed before, Along the long and cool sequester'd Ways Of un-named Footsteps on Life's lonely Shore

Siegfried Sassoon
On Passing the New Menin Gate
Who will remember, passing through this Gate,
the unheroic dead who fed the guns?