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Author : Henry Clay Work
(Song and Chorus)
My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a penny weight more.
It was bought on the...
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Author : Gargi Saha
A seed of thought was planted
Which bloomed into trees like Shakespeare, Milton,Edgar Alan Poe &Jane Austen
Whose fruit bore dramas, sonnets, short stories and novels
The greatest treasures and food for the mind flowered for mankind.
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Author : Isabella Valancy Crawford
Heave up the anchor, heave ye ho!
And swing her head about;
The blue flag flies, the breezes blow,...
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Author : Isabella Valancy Crawford
PART I.
To the Goddess Lada prayed
Gisli, holding high his spear
Bound with buds of spring, and laughed...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
A trail upwinds from Golden ;
It leads to a land God only knows,
To the land of eternal frozen snows,
That trail unknown and olden.
And they tell a tale that is strange and wild--
Of a lovely and lonely mountain child
That...
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Author : CR Mittal
And here I stand athirst
a bunch of shorn stalks in hand
on a lone road uphill
past a crossing
where willows and jasmines got entwined.
A misty rose lingers on a stem
looking crimson in the twilight sun.
A lone star...
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Author : Robert Frost
I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.
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Author : Author unknown
'Twas a summer ago when he left me here-
A summer of smiles, with never a tear
Till I said to him, with a sob, my dear,-
Good-by, my lover; good-by!
For I loved him, O as the stars love night!
And my cheeks for him flashed red and...
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Author : Kahlil Gibran
And one of the elders of the city said, "Speak to us of Good and Evil."
And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
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Author : CR Mittal
At first sleep hangs around
like an unwanted guest.
The moment flickers
late into the night...
Far away a star glimmers —
some pilgrim on a night's journey
chanting a mystic strain
holding a lantern in hand.
It suffices...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
Blind multitudes that jar confusèdly
At strife, earth's children, will ye never rest
From toils made hateful here, and dawns distressed
With ravelling self-engendered misery?
And will ye never know, till sleep shall...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
Ere the stout year be waxèd shrewd and old,
And while the gain upon the well-piled
stack
Waits yet unthreshed, by every woodland
track,
Low stream, and meadow, and...
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Author : Nick Zegarac
Eyes glassy
pouring over a fan of lurid eight by tens,
no closer to any truth,
curdled twine of a cancer stick,
fuming between his teeth.
Limp overcoat drizzling pools
under the mildew creak of castors.
“Leave me alone,”...
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Author : Thomas Moore
Go where glory waits thee,
But while fame elates thee,
Oh! still remember me.
When the praise thou meetest
To thine ear is sweetest,
Oh! then remember me.
Other arms may press thee,
Dearer friends caress thee,
All the joys...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
Gold mouths cry with the green young
certainty of the bronze boy
remembering a thousand autumns
and how a hundred thousand leaves
came sliding down his shoulder blades
persuaded by his bronze heroic reason.
We ignore the coming doom of...
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Author : Debbie Dylan
grass seems to decorate the earth
like pictures around a warm hearth
the color is of glaucous green
around which sit flowers of serene
it sleeps so peaceful and at ease
content with its neighbors, the trees
if human kind would let it...
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Author : Charles G.D. Roberts
Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore--
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more.
The high and lonely hills
Endure the darkening year--
And in my heart endure
A memory and a...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
Halifax sits on her hills by the sea
In the might of her pride,--
Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she
With a sword at her side.
To right and to left of her, battlements rear
And fortresses frown ;
While she...
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Author : Walter Ruhlmann
He danced around a bonfire
with his hands waving to the sky.
Half naked, his shorts showing through.
Flames were licking his body, his feet moved
rapidly, in an urgent motion
defying all gravity.
When I met him
he was the...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
How far is it?
How far is it now?
The gigantic gorilla interior
Of the wheels move, they appall me ---
The terrible brains
Of Krupp, black muzzles
Revolving, the sound
Punching out Absence! Like cannon.
It is Russia I have to get...
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Author : Robert Frost
I had for my winter evening walk--
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.
And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain...
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Author : David Herrle
I hear who?
Who’s here?
Sing!
My very bones are music.
Sing!
My very bones are music.
My hand open
for who to fall in?
What glory can fit into my hand?
Sing!
My very bones...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
March is slain; the keen winds fly;
Nothing more is thine to do;
April kisses thee good-bye;
Thou must haste and follow too;
Silent friend that guarded well
Withered things to make us glad,
Shyest friend that could not tell
Half the...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Unlike swans,
Having no reflections;
Unlike you,
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you ---
You, there on your back,...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
Pocket watch, I tick well.
The streets are lizardy crevices
Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide.
It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac,
A palace of velvet
With windows of mirrors.
There one is safe,
There are no family...
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