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id: 574
author: Blake, William
title: Poems of William Blake
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words: 6905
sentence: 373
flesch: 91
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summary:
  I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf; Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep: Is this a Worm? Then, in rising day, On the grass they play; Parents were afar, Strangers came not near, And the maiden soon forgot her fear.


id: 1418
author: Graves, Robert
title: Country Sentiment
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words: 8548
sentence: 474
flesch: 91
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summary:
  I met you suddenly down the street, Strangers assume your phantom faces, You grin at me from daylight places, Dead, long dead, I'm ashamed to greet Dead men down the morning street. Here they lie who once learned here All that is taught of hurt or fear; Dead, but by free will they died: They were true men, they had pride.


id: 424
author: Lindsay, Vachel
title: General William Booth Enters into Heaven, and Other Poems
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words: 12583
sentence: 682
flesch: 89
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summary:
  Therefore, to-day the singer Turns beggar once again. Some passing jugglers, smiling, now concede That his best cabinet-work is made, indeed By bleeding his right arm, day after day, Triumphantly to seal and to inlay.


id: 14495
author: Rapin, René
title: De Carmine Pastorali Prefixed to Thomas Creech's translation of the Idylliums of Theocritus (1684)
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sentence: 854
flesch: 71
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summary:
  Pastorals_ do not sufficiently observe: 'Tis true Ours (the _French_) and the _Italian_ language is to babling to endure it; This is the Rock on which those that write _Pastorals_ in their _Mother_ tongue are usually split, But Species_ are {17} differenc't either by the subject matter, when the things to be imitated are quite different, or when the manner in which you imitate, or the mode of imitation is so: *en trisi dê tautais diaphorais hê mimêsis estin, en hois kai ha, kai hôs*: Thus tho of _Epick_ Poetry and _Tragedy_


id: 1246
author: Aiken, Conrad
title: The House of Dust: A Symphony
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words: 22203
sentence: 1615
flesch: 94
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summary:
  My feet move on, and take me Between dark walls, with orange squares for windows. And pace for pace That other, who trod the dark with him, Crushed the live leaves, reached out white hands And closed her eyes, the better to see The priests with claws, the lovers with hooves, The fire-lit rock, the sarabands.


id: 15313
author: Purney, Thomas
title: A Full Enquiry into the Nature of the Pastoral (1717)
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flesch: 74
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summary:
  But if this passage is too Simple, 'tis for Tragedy so, not for Pastoral; and because _DESDEMONA_ was a Senators Daughter, and Educated in so polite a place as _VENICE_; but in Pastoral, I think, we may Introduce a Character so Young, Simple and Innocent, that there is no Thought _CREECH_ has translated it very well.


