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Yonder see the morning blink: The sun is up, and up must I, To wash and dress and eat and drink And look at things and talk and think And work, and God knows why. Oh often have I washed and dressed And what's to show for all my pain? Let me lie abed and rest: Ten thousand times I've done my best And...
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What time the mighty moon was gathering light Love paced the thymy plots of Paradise, And all about him roll’d his lustrous eyes; When, turning round a cassia, full in view, Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, And talking to himself, first met his sight. ‘You must begone,’ said...
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looking out
of an old photograph
my younger self
gives me a coolly
disapproving stare
Alison Williams
Blithe Spirit Vol.16 No.2 June 2006
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you must have
left it with me
by mistake
maybe you put it down
to pick up
your coffee cup
many years ago
when we were younger
and less careful
we sometimes
let our paths cross
with those of strangers
as if
w...
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Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again! For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times, A messenger from radiant climes, And smile on thy new world, and be As kind to others as to me! Or, as thou never cam'...
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He was lost!-not a shade of doubt of that; For he never barked at a slinking cat, But stood in the square where the wind blew raw With a drooping ear and a trembling paw And a mournful look in his pleading eye And a plaintive sniff at the passer-by That begged as plain as a tongue could sue, "O...
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You say,
There is no better way
To spend a Saturday afternoon,
Than having your back rubbed
By an artist’s hands.
As I massage and knead
Your already limber muscles,
I notice streaks of raw umber
And cadmium red paint
On my busy fingers,
And wonder
If you are grateful...
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This life is but a game of cards,
Which everyone must learn;
Each shuffles, cuts, and deals the deck,
And then a trump does turn;
Some show up a high card,
While others make it low,
And many turn no cards at all-
In fact, they cannot show.
When hearts are up we play for love,
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The love I bear you, dearest,
Would make the sweetest tale,
We'd sail upon a sea of bliss,
And I would lift the sail.
Our happiness would be sublime,
Surpassing tongue or pen.
You may as well learn things from me,
As to learn from other men.
"Oh! you have touched me...
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"Two lovers by chance they did meet, possessed with a mutual flame,
And now you shall hear how they greet, for I will declare the same:
Quoth he, "Thou hast sparks in thine eyes, that do kindle in me such a fire,
I comforts shall clearly despise, if you do not grant me my desire.&q...
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We are born; we laugh; we weep; We love; we droop, we die! Ah! wherefore do we laugh or weep? Why do we live or die? Who knows that secret deep? Alas, not I! Why doth the violet spring Unseen by human eye? Why do the radiant seasons bring Sweet thoughts that quickly fly? Why do our fond hearts cling...
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Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago, Sing me the songs I delighted to hear, Long, long ago, long ago, Now you are come all my grief is removed, Let me forget that so long you have roved. Let me believe that you love as you loved, Long, long ago, long ago. Do yo...
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Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew, Maidens, willow branches bear, Say I died true. My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth; Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth. - Francis Beaumont
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I loved a girl in days of yore—
A girl who said me nay
Because she loved another more;
That's why I went away!
And then I wandered everywhere
About this earthly ball,
And met a lot of maidens fair
Who held my heart in thrall.
For there were girls in Kankakee, ...
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He may be six kinds of a liar,
He may be ten kinds of a fool,
He may be a wicked highflyer
Beyond any reason or rule;
There may be a shadow above him
Of ruin and woes to impend,
And I may not respect, but I love him,
Because—well, because he's my friend.
I know he has fa...
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I said — Then, dearest, since 'tis so,
Since now at length my fate I know,
Since nothing all my love avails,
Since all, my life seemed meant for, fails,
Since this was written and needs must be —
My whole heart rises up to bless
Your name in pride and thankfulness!
Take...
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Oh, how I'd like to touch the stars
up in the midnight sky
To feel the stardust 'pon my hands
light years — thru the many miles
Aspiring to boundless heights
'cross the universal plain
Transporting love and energy
As I envision new terrain
Flooding the gates of a po...
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Her Royal Highness our Princess of Wales, Here begins my Legend of Fairy Tales, Her kindness, charities and immaculate beauty, She fulfilled in her many royal duties. Next in our minds is Marilyn Monroe, A beautiful image of innocence told, As she walked along the streets she'd see, People staring '...
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As I traveled on my way, I stopped to watch a child at play. I watched him and the ball he tossed, And realized what mankind has lost. Somehow, we've lost that childhood view Of a world gone by that we once knew. We've lost our simple faith in man- Our happiness with what's at hand. We seem always t...
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When I was young and full of fire, I thought that love was all desire. But, as the years passed on in score, I found that love is something more. I found that love unlike desire, Does not another there require. It may be quietly shared alone, Yet by the other never known. I found that love in its pu...
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There is something
I do not understand,
how the corporate mind
has become so blind
to love,
why movie theater managers
haven't become wiser,
by installing chairs
two seats wider,
so lovers can sit
side by side
curled up together,
distracted by the film,
while huddled tog...
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Giggles at midnight, tea for two Pagans passage, ouija mistaken, Awakens the vampire infernal Hearth of the forsaken. Friends of the damned Cackle in glee, free, Blood lust and fury Rage, torment to bleed. As he advances, romances Glory entrancing, dancing, His eye catches a glimpse Of unusual circ...
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["The Jew of Malta", act 4, scene 6. ] Love Me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song: Love that is too hot and strong Burneth soon to waste. I am with little well content, And a little from thee sent Is enough, with true intent, To be steadfast friend. Love me little, love me long...
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(The Art of Life)
Who will tell me what am I?
A bubble of water
Put out by a whiff of wind,
Or the flame of a lamp
That burns forever in my heart?
I had rather ask the sky
That changes its colour
Ever so often,
Or the ocean
That rarely if ever is still.
The tre...
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Is love a setting sun
embarking on a night journey
traversing memories of a summer sky
rocking woods to dreams?
Is it a vision
of tripping mellowed slopes
and then conversing
with echoes long lost?
I shall keep this dry fragrance
in book leaves
to mark the rendezvous ...
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