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He is gone on the mountain, He is lost to the forest, Like a summer-dried fountain, When our need was the sorest. The font reappearing From the raindrops shall borrow, But to us comes no cheering, To Duncan no morrow! The hand of the reaper Takes the ears that are hoary, But the voice of the weeper ...
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As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary —
For the plot was void of interest —'twas the Postal Guide, in fact,
There I learnt the true location, distance, size, and population
Of each township, town, and village in the radius of the Act.
And I learnt that Pu...
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Children are forever, They can make our glad hearts full. Of course sometimes on the other hand, They can make us pay the toll. God gave us these small children, And charged us with their light. Our goal nigh high, our hearts be strong, Please God let us be right. In the end God will remember, If w...
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Fishing is fun for everyone, At least it ought to be. Who in the world would ever think? I'd snag my line in a tree. As I climbed up high, my caboose fell loose, And the bucket of worms tips so gently. As I straighten the load, Good God behold, My buckets caught fish like its meant to Worms are so...
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Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dar...
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cold cemetery
the long sleeves of your old coat
warm my fingertips
even from beyond this grave
you manage to comfort me
an'ya
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I'd rather have the thought of you To hold against my heart, My spirit to be taught of you With west winds blowing, Than all the warm caresses Of another love's bestowing, Or all the glories of the world In which you had no part. I'd rather have the theme of you To thread my nights and days, I'd rat...
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Question: Christine, tell us a little about yourself.
Answer: I think this is the most difficult question for me to answer because I don’t like talking about myself. I was raised to be polite, and that includes not bragging, so every time someone asks me this question, I squirm. I liv...
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I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines,
I feed my horse on corn and beans,
And sport young ladies in their teens,
Though a captain in the army.
I teach young ladies how to dance,
How to dance, how to dance,
I teach young ladies how to dance,
For I'm the pet of the army.
Chor...
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The pitch which suckered Casey was a knuckler low and wide;
It silenced all of Mudville, and it shattered hometown pride.
The catcher too was baffled by the ball's uncanny flight;
The spheroid corkscrewed past him; he fell sprawling to his right.
So the gloom that had descended was ...
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My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
What else should he be se...
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Cool Summer Grass Kisses from the lips of the one I love Lying in the cool summer grass Eyes focused on the cloud shapes above To spend every day like this, is all I ask But every day here on out I'll miss you Those times we just held each other I'll never forget Dying inside, how I long just to to ...
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Comin thro' the rye, poor body, Comin thro' the rye, She draigl't a' her petticoatie Comin thro' the rye. [CHORUS.] Oh Jenny 's a' weet poor body Jenny 's seldom dry, She draigl't a' her petticoatie Comin thro' the rye. Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body Ã...
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I recall life's yesteryears
of a time not long ago
of sunny, backyard barbecues
hopping Scotch
and jumping rope
Memories of an innocense
not so far away
Time that's grown so distant
now obscure,
forgotten yesterdays
Simple recollections
of childhood's golden time...
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My fondest memories are of holidays in Wales Walking with my Auntie over hills over dales We'd travel there in the motorbike and sidecar You wouldn't have believed it would get us so far My Auntie and Uncle would ride on the bike To ride in the sidecar me and Sue did like Going up the hills though w...
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To bare a hidden part of you And lay it out for public view, Is not an easy thing to do. It isn't that you harbor shame, But fear you won't be viewed the same, And so you simply play the game. But then one day you find a way, And to the world you boldly say, "Here I am; this is my way." - ...
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I saw five raging rivers running side by side, and over the waters were bridges built of different stones. The first was of iron, the second bronze, the third silver, the fourth gold, the fifth jewels. A man sat by the shore and as the hours passed we talked first of surface things, and then of deep...
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When I see your face and you kiss mine, when I gaze into your eyes, and you look into mine, when I feel your love, and you receive mine, this dark part of my heart is healed by your light. When I am this close to you my life overflows with the fragrant oil of your perfume. - Chris Lindsay From &qu...
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I rescued a young woman,
from a sea of saltwater tears,
kissed her dripping forehead,
touched her soft tender cheeks,
wiped her sad stinging eyes,
stroked her long soaking hair,
and by my care
her wounds were healed,
her countenance transformed,
her life restored.
Teaching ...
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A Profile
The most singular event in my life that must have fostered the native poetic instinct in me, without so much as my being conscious of it, was my association with Dr Mulk Raj Anand, novelist and art critic, during the most impressionable years of my adolescence. He was a Ph.D. in Philos...
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This is the harvest of love is raised
upon the fecund soil of human heart.
The sky itself has fostered it with rain.
The midday sun has mellowed it
with heat.
But the night sky alone has watched
the poppies droop beneath a cold dawn
or wilt beside a quiet dusk.
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When I woke, the lake-lights were quivering on the wall,
The sunshine swam in a shoal across and across,
And a hairy, big bee hung over the primulas
In the window, his body black fur, and the sound of him cross.
There was something I ought to remember: and yet
I did not remem...
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Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken; Doing more harm here than slander and lies; On it is many a strong spirit broken, And with it many a good purpose dies. It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning And robs us of courage we need through the day: It ...
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Come hither, child—who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so well?
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell?
Nay, chide not, lady; long ago
I heard those notes in Ula's hall,
And had I known they'd waken woe
I'd w...
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It looked extremely rocky for the Mudville nine that day; The score stood two to four, with but an inning left to play. So, when Cooney died at second, and Burrows did the same, A pallor wreathed the features of the patrons of the game. A straggling few got up to go, leaving there the rest, With tha...
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