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Year
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Quote
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Type
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Author or Title
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1478
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Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote, The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licóur Of which vertú engendred is the flour
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Verse (collection of stories)
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Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales
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1590
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But on his breast a bloudie Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord
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Epic Poem
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Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
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1599
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd, It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
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Drama
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William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
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1599
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Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
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Poem
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Christopher Marlowe, The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
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1603
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause
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Drama
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William Shakespeare, Hamlet
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1604
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Was this the face that launched a thousand ships / And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
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Drama
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Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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1612
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Ambition is like choler; which is an humor that maketh men active, earnest, full of alacrity, and stirring, if it be not stopped.
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Essay
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Francis Bacon, Of Ambition
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1633
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee, mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so
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Poem
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John Donne, Sonnet X (Death Be Not Proud)
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1633
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For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love, Or chide my palsy, or my gout
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Poem
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John Donne, The Canonization
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c. 1650
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For Fate with jealous eye does see Two perfect loves, nor lets them close; Their union would her ruin be, And her tyrannic pow’r depose.
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Poem
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Andrew Marvell, The Definition of Love
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1667
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Of man's first disobedience, and the fruit of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste brought death into the world
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Poem (epic)
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John Milton, Paradise Lost
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1712
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What dire offence from amorous causes springs, what mighty contests rise from trivial things
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Poem
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Alexander Pope, The Rape of the Lock
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1719
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I was exceedingly surprised, with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen in the sand.
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Novel
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Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
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1726
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My Reconcilement to the Yahoo-kind in general might not be so difficult, if [...]
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Satire
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Jonathan Swift, Gulliver's Travels
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1734
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan, The proper study of mankind is Man
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Poem
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Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man
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1750
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"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea" "[...] (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his Father and his God."
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Poem (Elegy)
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Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard
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1794
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[...] In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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Poem
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William Blake, The Tyger
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1814
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And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
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Poem
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Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty
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1816
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"In Xanadu did [...]" "And close your eyes with holy dread For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise."
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Poem
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
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1818
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A THING of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases;
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Poem
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John Keats, Endymion
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1818
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I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert [...]"
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Poem
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias
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1820
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"Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time" "[...] Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
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Poem (Ode)
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John Keats, Ode on a Grecian Urn
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1820
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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
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Poem (Ode)
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Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind
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1843
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[violent feelings] produce in us a falseness in all our impressions of external things, which I would generally characterize as the 'Pathetic Fallacy'
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Art Criticism
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John Ruskin, Modern Painters
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1850
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[...] leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even;" " [...] And laid her face between her hands And wept, (I heard her tears)"
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Poem
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Blessed Damozel
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c. 1855
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One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden just behind those screens, That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
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Poem
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Christina Rossetti, In an Artist’s Studio
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1855
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Wandering between two worlds, one dead The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head Like these, on earth I wait forlorn.
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Poem
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Matthew Arnold, Stanzas from the Grande Chartreuse
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1888
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I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.
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Poem
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William Earnest Henley, Invictus
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1920
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Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky, like a patient etherized upon a table
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Poem
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T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
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1922
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APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
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Poem
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T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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1928
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That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees, —Those dying generations—at their song
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Poem
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W. B. Yeats, Sailing to Byzantium
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