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Author : Ryan Daniels
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Author : Ryan Daniels
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Author : Ryan Daniels
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Author : e.e cummings
my father moved through dooms of love 34 my father moved through dooms of love through sames of am through haves of give, singing each morning out of each night my father moved through depths of height this motionless forgetful where turned at...
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Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Friendship is like a bunch of flowers tied together,
Happiness and solitude for some auspicious moments rather.
Friendship bears the sorrows and happiness of two souls,
It also bears misfortunes and disasters in various moulds.
Life is...
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Author : Gargi Saha
From the deep, dark, ghetto of my heart
Innocence was swollen
Attraction creeped
Love, affection peered
Envy with its burning neared.
From the deep, dark,ghetto of my heart
There was affiliation to feats, degrees, posts...
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Author : Gargi Saha
Luck, fate and fortune are the three birds
of the same feather.
The three feathers reach the culminating point
when fine is the weather.
Man is the architect of his own fortune.
To be fortunate self-confidence, hard work
and patience...
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Author : Minerva Bloom
She is
a hunting night cat
over the moonlit tiles
undulating
determined, filled up
with barbaric light
leaping, plunging
spilling intoxicating allure
sinking, into the scent
of exasperated
quick-love
rapture
©...
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Author : Gargi Saha
You are a girl
Be modest and polite
Be what you are
Don't try to overtake
Be reticent and reserved
Don't talk to the lower classes
Don't be so honest and simple
Fit in and belong.
Somewhere, sometime, far from the usual...
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Author : Ralph Waldo Emerson
Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to Cromwell as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse.
He works, plots,...
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Author : GraphicWeb
Will sunset paint completion
on a work we're proud to show?
When placing our last signature
will satisfaction glow?
An outer coat of glory
cannot hide an inner lie;
a gilded frame on sloppy strokes
won't fool the...
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Author : Peter John Allan
ON THE SPRING.
Lo! Spring appears in mantle green,
And flowers are welcoming their queen;
Mark how the duck, in sportive mood,
Dives 'neath the gently-swelling flood;
See how the crane...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
Out of the heart of the city begotten
Of the labour of men and their manifold hands,
Whose souls, that were sprung from the earth in
her morning,
No longer regard or remember her warning,...
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Author : Emily Bronte
"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,
We'll talk its pensive hours away;--
"Ierne, round our sheltered hall...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
'Never shall a young man,
Thrown into despair
By those great honey-coloured
Ramparts at your ear,
Love you for yourself alone
And not your yellow hair.'
'But I can get a hair-dye And set such colour there,
Brown, or black,...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
'Tis morning now, yet silently I stand,
Uplift the curtain with a weary hand,
Look out while darkness overspreads the way,
And long for day.
Calm peace is frighted with...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
(To my Friend Henry Irving)
The silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely...
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Author : Mukesh Williams
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Spend some time
In any city and
It will bare its soul to you.
2
Earn money in a city and
You will love its
Chug and jingle.
3
A city reveals itself slowly,
Like the coming of love,
Then will not let you go.
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Author : William Butler Yeats
Fergus. This whole day have I followed in the rocks,
And you have changed and flowed from shape to shape,
First as a raven on whose ancient wings
Scarcely a feather lingered, then you seemed
A weasel moving on from stone to stone,
And...
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Author : Vance Roberts (Floots)
How can we say that passing time is cold
For it paints colour on a dying leaf.
The temporal pact states that we all grow old.
How can we say that passing time is cold,
While cherishing each moment we've been sold,
Then bidding it...
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Author : Isabella Valancy Crawford
A star leaned down and laid a silver hand
On the pale brow of Death;
Before it rolled bleak shadows from the land:
The star was Faith!
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Author : Sylvia Plath
All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.
Prim, pink-breasted, feminine, she nurses...
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Author : Tom Berman
All the photos
are black and white
slightly out of focus
and curling
at the edges
Looking at those
sepia snaps
of other lives
affixed on pages
yellowing with the years
suddenly
I comprehend
It is my...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
And even old men's eyes grew dim, this hand alone,
Like some last courtier at a gypsy camping-place
Babbling of fallen majesty, records what's gone.
These lineaments, a heart that...
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