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He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his face. I fought for years; with no effort He conquered the place: We ran; my feet were all beeding, But he won the race. Spite of his many successes, Men loved him the same; My one pale ray of good fortune Met scoffing and blame. When we...
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The air is like a butterfly With frail blue wings. The happy earth looks at the sky And sings. - Alfred Joyce Kilmer
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Immersed in sweetest poetry,
Swathed in a rhythm so sublime,
Enraptured in its dearest verse,
I bathed myself in rhyme.
Caught up in the melody,
Compelled to hum along,
Wrapped up in the heady tune
Of your poet's song.
Romanced by the sway of sonnets,
The couplet's purest...
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Way up in old Elk County,
on top of Winslow Hill,
When the bulls begin to bugle,
Time seems to stand right still.
At a little camp called Elmbrook,
in the middle of this sanctuary,
You'll feel like you were in heaven,
Be it June or January.
The eerie sounds of the buglin' b...
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The Slave of the Lamp that Aladdin once treasured
Wrought wonders of magical skill,
Yet all of his marvels to-day are outmeasured
By Jinn who are mightier still.
Our Jinn are the slaves of a switch or a lever.
Who serve amid workaday scenes,
Who steadily, tirelessly, toil on forever
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Said the Managers: —William, the fight waxes hot,
Your rivals are gaining on you quite a lot,
There's Theodore raising a hullabaloo
And flinging a bunch of strong language at you.
We've got to do something, we're sorely distressed,
What method or means would you care t...
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Sweetheart, though all the world should flay
Wedlock as one continual spat;
It wouldn't cause us to delay
For we won't ever be like that!
- Berton Braley
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(from Songs Of The Great Lakes)
She's shallow an' muddy an' mean,
She's chuck full of sandbars an' such,
She's pretty when ca'm an' serene,
But she's never that way very much,
You hardly kin sai by the chart,
Her shoals keep a-shiftin' around,
You'll think that you know her by hea...
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You'll never get anywhere,
Never do anything,
Never be any one much;
No honour or fame
Will accrue to your name,
You'll never have wealth in your clutch,
Unless you go striving for,
Doggedly driving for,
Seeking the thing that you wish;
How do some guys
Manage to rise?
Take i...
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Every precious moment, every precious day
every simple second, every breath we take
Searching for tomorrow in every sun's ray
searching for light and love in every day
And as we look upon
today and yesterday
memories from our lives
simply seem to fade away
Tender, little mo...
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Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory of hope, love of finished years.
Oh dream how sweet, to sweet, too bitter sweet,
Whose wak...
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Who once has had a friend has found
The link 'twixt mortal and divine;
Though now he sleeps in hallowed ground,
He lives in memory's sacret shrine;
And there he freely moves about,
A spirit that has quit the clay,
And in the times of stress and doubt
Susta...
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Most folks, as I've noticed, in pleasure an' strife, Are always expecting too much out of life. They wail an' they fret Just because they don't get The best o' the sunshine, the fairest o' flowers, The finest o' features, the strongest o' powers; They whine an' they whimper an' curse an' condemn, Co...
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Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old—
This knight so bold—
And o'er his heart a shadow —
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That l...
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The Avengers
The laws are the secret avengers,
And they rule above all lands;
They come on wool-soft sandals,
But they strike with iron hands.
- Edwin Markham
Outwitted
He drew a circle that shut me out —
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had ...
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When foxes eat the last gold grape, And the last white antelope is killed, I shall stop fighting and escape Into a little house I'll build. But first I'll shrink to fairy size, With a whisper no one understands, Making blind moons of all your eyes, And muddy roads of all your hands. And you ma...
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Elysium is as far as to
the very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.
What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!
Emily Dickinson
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There's a three-penny lunch on Dover Street With a cardboard sign in the window: EAT. Three steps down to the basement room, Two gas lets in a sea of gloom; Four-square counter, stove in the center, Heavy odor of food as you enter; A kettle of soup as large as a vat, Potatoes, cabbage, morsels o...
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I've thought I could have the gift
of giving gifts from the dead:
Such as to a friend,
who on her empty lawn
had planted a magnolia tree
in tribute to her sister.
Out of all the shop's porcelain
set carefully on glass shelves,
I chose the white magnolia
fo...
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When first we hear the shy-come nightingales,
They seem to mutter o'er their songs in fear,
And, climb we e'er so soft the spinney rails,
All stops as if no bird was anywhere.
The kindled bushes with the young leaves thin
Let curious eyes to search a long way in,
Until impatience ca...
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The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, for the dark brings peace At the close of day. Each weary toiler, with lingering pace, As he homeward turns, with the long day done, Looks out to the west, with the light on his face Of the setting ...
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"In this life and in the next I shall forever love you I will search for you with each rebirth To light the flame of our love anew." "Till the morrow, my dear wife You fill my being with such mirth Forever I shall love thee true In life, in death, in rebirth Awake lover, morning has c...
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A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July —
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear
Pleased a simple tale to hear —
Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain...
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When some proud son of man returns to earth, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, And storied urns record who rests below. When all is done, upon the tomb is seen, Not what he was, but what he should have been. But the poor dog, in life the firmest frie...
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I listen
for just one sound
among a sonorous multitude.
I listen
for the roaring of a beast
that grows and grows.
I listen
from a forging commotion of preludes,
coiled baritones and swirling windstorms
singing beyond the boundary of songs.
I listen and I struggle...
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