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Author : Ryan Daniels
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Author : Williwm Butler Yeats
'Although I'd lie lapped up in linen
A deal I'd sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neighbours,'
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
'Stretch bones till the daylight come
On great-grandfather's battered tomb.'
Upon a grey...
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Author : John McCrae
‘What I spent, I had; what I saved, I lost; what I gave,
I have.’
But yesterday the tourney, all the...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
All day upon the garden bright
The sun shines strong,
But in my heart there is no light,
Nor any song.
Voices of merry life go by,
Adown the street;
But I am weary of the cry
And drift of feet.
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Author : William Butler Yeats
Do not because this day I have grown saturnine
Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
Because I have no other youth, can make me pine;
For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought,
The comfort that you made? Although my...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
How should the world be luckier if this house,
Where passion and precision have been one
Time out of mind, became too ruinous
To breed the lidless eye that loves the sun?
And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts that grow
Where wings have...
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Author : Tyler Joseph Wiseman
I am lord of the ruins,
for, in that all the kingly
desires led astray a path
of noble disposition
and pursuits, made to level
them-an empire of fruitless
flame, my name is ash on wind
Come see the lament, two cents
a...
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Author : Kimberly Duffin
I am the one who followed your path
Lead to an undesired destination
Supported your values, ignored mine
Lived your dreams, disconnected with mine
Days slipped into years that won’t be regained
Years slipped into a life I’m...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle,
Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while;
Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown a sail upon the wind;
Nor lands that seem too dim...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I. Her Courtesy
With the old kindness, the old distinguished grace,
She lies, her lovely piteous head amid dull red hair
propped upon pillows, rouge on the pallor of her face.
She would not have us sad because she is lying there,...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I
Swear by what the sages spoke
Round the Mareotic Lake
That the Witch of Atlas knew,
Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.
Swear by those horsemen, by those women
Complexion and form prove superhuman,
That pale, long-visaged company...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
In Muskoka
Lichens of green and grey on every side;
And green and grey the rocks beneath our feet;
Above our heads the canvas stretching wide;
And over all, enchantment rare and sweet.
Fair Rosseau slumbers in an atmosphere...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
O beautiful star with the crimson mouth!
O moon with the brows of gold!
Rise up, rise up, from the odorous south!
And light for my love her way,
Lest her little feet should stray
On the windy hill and the wold!
O beautiful star with...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
Oh, well the world is dreaming
Under the April moon,
Her soul in love with beauty,
Her senses all a-swoon!
Pure hangs the silver crescent
Above the twilight wood,
And pure the silver music
Wakes from the marshy flood.
O...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been;
In the first days thy sword republican
Ruled the whole world for many an age's span:
Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen,
Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen;
And now upon...
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Author : Kimberly Duffin
Seeking the doorway to life
Tired of merely existing
Searching within the box repels
For nothing of substance is found
Everything there is for the show
Unearthing self requires excavation
Having the tools is only the beginning...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
We passed heart-weary from the troubled house,
Where much of care and much of strife had been,
A jar of tongues upon a petty scene;
And now as from a long and tortured drouse,
The dark returned us to our purer vows:
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Author : Elizabeth Kelso
Who is the man that sits under the bridge on an old worn out Buick car seat? Is he someones father, or someones son? I'm sure he'd like something to eat. Who is the man carrying the sign that reads Hungry and Homeless?...
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Author : John McCrae
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years, Disdaining kinship with my fellow man; Alike to me were human smiles and tears, I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran, Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine, God made me look into a woman's...
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Author : Robert Service
I know a garden where the lilies gleam, And one who lingers in the sunshine there; She is than white-stoled lily far more fair, And oh, her eyes are heaven-lit with dream! I know a garret, cold and dark and drear, And one who toils and toils with...
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Author : Chris Lindsay
You and I need to fly high in the sky, away from the city in a hot air balloon, float to the dark clouds, and kiss when we hear the boom of thunder drumming, pounding the Earth. -Chris Lindsay
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