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Finding shelter under a fir tree, umbrella over our wet heads, black clouds bursting like bubbles, rain dumping down like pails. There we sat on the brown grass, you and me completely alone, warm wind blowing wildly, kissing each other madly. -...
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Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn, We leave the brutal world to take its way, And, Patience! in another life, we say The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne. And will not, then, the immortal armies scorn The world's poor,...
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Her ivory hands on the ivory keys Strayed in a fitful fantasy, Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees Rustle their pale leaves listlessly, Or the drifting foam of a restless sea When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze. Her...
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I am restless as the ocean, I am troubled as the sea, Chopping, churning billows rolling, Tossing, turning torturedly, And no solace do I find To ease the tempest of my mind. I am reeling as the ocean, I am changeful as the sea, Waiting for the...
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I know that I am crying But I cant feel the tear The things you just told me Could top my worst fear You told me you are lost And don't know what to do But you didn't stop to think That I am as lost as you My heart is in a knot I'm not sure what to...
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I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember,...
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I saw God wash the world last night With his sweet showers on high, And then, when moming came, I saw Him hang it out to dry. He washed each tiny blade of grass And every trembling tree; He flung his showers against the hill, And swept the billowing...
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I was playing poker with the boys And things were going well, When through the crowd and all the noise Comes our small town Jezebel. She strutted over where I sat And cocked her sassy head, She tried to sit down in my lap. And this is what...
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I wonder why ... I love more Each new poem better than the one before? Could it be I've stopped fighting the wind? And am riding each gale it does send? Could it be that I do see My soul a bit more clearly? Or perhaps I am looking out At the others...
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I'm reminded of the first time I saw your face A memory not at all easy to erase But thats not why I liked you at all And thats not why my heart seemed to fall And it wasn't the way you looked or dressed But none of these things made me like...
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If I had a box to keep all of my wishes in, I wouldn't be trying to tell you how I feel with this pen. If somehow I could just show you my soul, But fear keeps my from revealing that empty hole. If I had a bottle that held all of my tears, You could...
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If we knew the woe and heartache Waiting for us down the road, If our lips could taste the wormwood, If our backs could feel the load, Would we waste the day in wishing For a time that neer can be? Would we wait in such impatience For our ships to...
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In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung; His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no cloud of lamentation be Where, on a warrior's grave, a lyre...
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,...
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Oh the times that I've been told: Hey! "You're ruining your life?" When I try to explain, it only stirs more strife Can somebody tell me, how can this be, That just anybody could live my life, better than me? Folks seem to know, just the...
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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody,...
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Somebody said that it couldn't be done, But he with a chuckle replied That 'maybe it couldn't," but he would be one Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he...
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The poplars in the fields of France Are golden ladies come to dance; But yet to see them there is none But I and the September sun. The girl who in their shadow sits Can only see the sock she knits; Her dog is watching all the day That not a...
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The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky Burned like a heated opal through the air, We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair For the blue lands that to the eastward lie. From the steep prow I marked with quickening eye Zakynthos, every olive...
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The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses' walls Seemed changed to shadows, and S....
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This life is sweetest; in this wood I hear no children cry for food; I see no woman, white with care; No man, with muscled wasting here. No doubt it is a selfish thing To fly from human suffering; No doubt he is a selfish man, Who shuns poor...
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Though prejudice perhaps my mind befogs, I think I know no finer things than dogs: The young ones, they of gay and bounding heart, Who lure us in their games to take a part, Who with mock tragedy their antics cloak And, from their wild eyes' tail,...
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We turn our thoughts to the still of the night, Our eyes gaze upon the flickering light, Of billion of stars suspended in time, We close our eyes and open our minds To be totally enveloped in the sounds that we find.... All this in the name of...
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While walking down a crowded City street the other day, I heard a little urchin To a comrade turn and say, "Say, Chimmey, lemme tell youse, I'd be happy as a clam If I only was de feller dat Me mudder tinks I am. "She tinks I am a wonder,...
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While watching me get dressed one morning My wife inquired of me, "Why do you always put on your left sock fust?" I answered dumfoundedly, "Well I don't know," as I scratched my head, "It Just seems to me a must."...
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