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Be with me, Beauty, for the fire is dying; My dog and I are old, too old for roving. Man, whose young passion sets the spindrift flying, Is soon too lame to march, too cold for loving. I take the book and gather to the fire, Turning old yellow...
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Fondly, too curious Nature, to adorn Aurora with the blushes of the morn: Why do her rosy lips breath gums and spice; Unto the East, and sweet to Paradise? Why do her eyes open the day? her hand And voice intrance the panther, and command Incensed...
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For those that have had the opportunity to see the movie Elizabeth 1 - will be able to identify with the melancholy the speaker portrays in the following verses. It is said that the poem 'implies the break - off of a marriage engagement between...
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Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In...
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Here's a hand to the boy who has courage To do what he knows to be right; When he falls in the way of temptation, He has a hard battle to fight. Who strives against self and his comrades Will find a most powerful foe. All honor to him if he...
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I found you in the middle of nowhere Out thumbing for a ride. I'm not even sure you saw me When I pulled up to your side. I asked where you were going; You said you didn't care. I hit the gas and drove away; We were headed for anywhere. For miles we...
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I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: — “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold...
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If I should live in a forest And sleep underneath a tree, No grove of impudent saplings Would make a home for me. I'd go where the old oaks gather, Serene and good and strong, And they would not sigh and tremble And vex me with a song. The...
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Light falls the rain On link and laine, After the burning day; And the bright scene, Blue, gold, and green, Is blotted out in gray. Not so will part The glowing heart With sunny hours gone by; On cliff and hill There lingers still A...
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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdom seen: Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That...
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Music, when soft voices die, On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, When will return the glory of your prime? No more, O never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight — Fresh spring and...
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My locks are shorn for sorrow Of love which may not be; Tomorrow and tomorrow Are plotting cruelty. The winter wind tangles These ringlets half-grown, The sun sprays with spangles And rays like his own. Oh, quieter and colder Is the stream;...
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O Captain! my Captain, our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O...
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Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall sorrow...
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On the beach at night, Stands a child with her father, Watching the east, the autumn sky. Up through the darkness, While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading, Lower sullen and fast athwarth and down the sky, Amid a...
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once like a spark if strangers meet life begins- not poor not rich (only aware) kind neither nor cruel (only complete) i not not you not possible; only truthful -truthfully,once if strangers(who deep our most are selves)touch: forever (and so to...
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One hour to madness and joy! O furious! O confine me not! (What is this that frees me so in storms? What do my shouts amid lightnings and raging winds mean?) O to drink the mystic deliria deeper than any other man! O savage and tender achings! (I...
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Only a dad with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame To show how well he has played the game; But glad in his heart that his own rejoice To see him come and to hear his voice. Only a dad with a brood of...
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Silent are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The apple orchard, is a tired plough-boy Calling the cows home. A bright white star blinks, the pale moon rounds, but Still the red, lurid...
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The shattered water made a misty din. Great waves looked over others coming in, And thought of doing something to the shore That water never did to land before. The clouds were low and hairy in the skies, Like locks blown forward in the gleam of...
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The softness of your dark hair, And the beauty of your eyes Are as clear to me as ever before, Since the time of you and I. I dream of your arms around me, And they always feel so strong. I rest my head against your chest, Thinking this is where I...
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The tusks which clashed in mighty brawls Of mastodons, are billiard balls. The sword of Charlemagne the Just Is Ferric Oxide, known as rust. The grizzly bear, whose potent hug, Was feared by all, is now a rug. Great Caesar's bust is on the shelf,...
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To share ones true self with another Is a gift that elates the soul beyond recover. A gift that shines like the brightest star More precious than any diamond, by far. A splendorous sharing of mind and heart Where hands are outstretched right from...
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While delivering an eloquent discussion I draw a blank except for cussin' A word was there on the tip of my tongue But like lightning strikes, I'm struck dumb. My well of words has gone dry As yet another phrase has passed me by. Vocabulary...
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You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves. The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch, Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash...
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