item: #1 of 6
          id: 1246
      author: Aiken, Conrad
       title: The House of Dust: A Symphony
        date: None
       words: 22203
      flesch: 94
     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.
    keywords: darkness; death; dream; eyes; face; golden; hands; leaves; music; night; rain; room; saw; sea; secret; silence; sky; things; walls; white; wind; world
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        item: #2 of 6
          id: 1418
      author: Graves, Robert
       title: Country Sentiment
        date: None
       words: 8548
      flesch: 91
     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.
    keywords: allie; children; day; fear; god; heart; love; man; mary; men; mother; nancy; night; song; sun; time; water
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        item: #3 of 6
          id: 14495
      author: Rapin, René
       title: De Carmine Pastorali Prefixed to Thomas Creech's translation of the Idylliums of Theocritus (1684)
        date: None
       words: 17595
      flesch: 71
     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_
    keywords: age; bucolicks; country; discourse; expression; hath; imitation; kind; life; matter; men; nature; opinion; pastoral; poetry; rapin; sheapards; shepherds; simplicity; subject; theocritus; things; tho; tis; virgil
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        item: #4 of 6
          id: 15313
      author: Purney, Thomas
       title: A Full Enquiry into the Nature of the Pastoral (1717)
        date: None
       words: 26176
      flesch: 74
     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.
    keywords: characters; epick; fable; genius; images; kind; language; lines; mind; nature; pastoral; poem; poetry; shepherd; simple; simplicity; spencer; tender; theocritus; thoughts; tis; tragedy; words; writer
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        item: #5 of 6
          id: 424
      author: Lindsay, Vachel
       title: General William Booth Enters into Heaven, and Other Poems
        date: None
       words: 12583
      flesch: 89
     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.
    keywords: bells; blood; day; earth; eyes; fair; god; golden; heart; illinois; life; love; man; men; moon; night; rose; soul; sun; tho; tree; white; wings
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        item: #6 of 6
          id: 574
      author: Blake, William
       title: Poems of William Blake
        date: None
       words: 6905
      flesch: 91
     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.
    keywords: day; father; joy; little; love; mother; night; sleep; thee; thou; weep
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