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An English Breeze
Up with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
Through all the land her tale she tells;
She spins, she tosses, she...
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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 —...
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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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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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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...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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A fire mist and a planet —
A crystal and a cell, —
A jellyfish and a saurian,
And caves where the cave men dwell;
Then a sense of law and beauty,
And a face turned from the clod —
Some call it Evolution,
And...
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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...
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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...
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I heard the spring wind whisper
Above the brushwood fire,
"The world is made forever
Of transport and desire.
"I am the breath of being,
The primal urge of things;
I am the whirl of star dust,
I am the lift of wings....
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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...
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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.
...
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Nikolai 1982-1983
Every Song
Every song I ever wrote for my father
had the word twilight in it.
And I wept with every word
every phrase
every conjugation
of every single verb.
Every song I ever wrote for my father
had...
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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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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...
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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...
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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,...
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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...
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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...
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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...
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What have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the Song on your bugles blown, England...
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Earth, my likeness, Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there, I now suspect that is not all; I now suspect there is something fierce in you eligible to burst forth, For an athlete is enamour'd of me, and I of him, But toward him there...
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Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown Of thee from the hill-top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The wexton, tolling his bell at noon, Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his...
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