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Author : GraphicWeb
Happier times were on the horizon
as I stood in those grandiose mountains
when the panorama embraced the sun
Like prophets of old, the sparrows would run
to and hither, from branch and nook, for fans
of little dances on the...
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Author : Mario William Vitale
How you had fought so hard and fierce
My true love was gone from here
The challenge to become free is a question of time.
My one solution is using my mind.
Living on the edge and its going to my head
Sitting up at night all alone in bed ...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I ranted to the knave and fool,
But outgrew that school,
Would transform the part,
Fit audience found, but cannot rule
My fanatic heart.
I sought my betters: though in each
Fine manners, liberal speech,
Turn hatred into...
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Author : John McCrae
I saw two sowers in Life’s field at morn,
To whom came one in angel guise and said,
‘Is it for labour that a man is born?
Lo! I am Ease. Come ye and eat my
bread!’
Then gladly one...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
I say that Roger Casement
Did what he had to do.
He died upon the gallows,
But that is nothing new.
Afraid they might be beaten
Before the bench of Time,
They turned a trick by forgery
And blackened his good name.
A...
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Author : Sylvia Plath
I've got a stubborn goose whose gut's
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won't lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
The barnyard like those taloned hags
Who ogle men
And crimp their wrinkles in a grin,
Jangling their...
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Author : Oscar Wilde
I.
The corn has turned from grey to red,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the drear cities of the north,
And to Italia's mountains fled.
And here I set my face towards home,
For all my pilgrimage is done,
Although,...
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Author : Laryalee Fraser
In sporadic drifts, memories
flutter down, like skeletal leaves
in slow motion -- fragile whispers torn
from the branches of yesterday.
Sometimes, your love-warm echoes
snuggle for a moment on my shoulder
before I tuck them gently...
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Author : Joseph DeMarco
It was a rainy day in Baseball land
The players were home in bed
One rookie rolled over his eyelids a flutter
With dreams of a stand-up triple running through his head
The cleats and spikes were all on hooks
Along with mitts, bats,...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
John in Patmos had a vision, told in the Apocalypse,
Full of dark unsolved enigmas leaving reason in eclipse.
But this common world of beauty is our vision to behold,
As significant, entrancing, and inspired as John's of old.
John...
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Author : Helen Steiner Rice
Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
Let not your soul be sad
Easter is a time of joy
When all hearts should be glad,
Glad to know that Jesus Christ
Made it possible for men
To have their sins forgiven
And, like Him, to live again . . ....
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Author : William Bliss Carman
Lo, now comes the April pageant
And the Easter of the year.
Now the tulip lifts her chalice,
And the hyacinth his spear;
All the daffodils and jonquils
With their hearts of gold are here.
Child of the immortal vision,
What hast thou...
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Author : Chris Lindsay
Medieval Love Poetry from
"Mermaids, Maidens,
and Distant Dreams."
I hurry every evening
to the edge of the maples
waiting for the moment
the Sun kisses the horizon,
and watch for the maiden
who greets me...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
O all the little rivers that run to Hudson's Bay,
They call me and call me to follow them away.
Missinaibi, Abitibi, Little Current—where they run
Dancing and sparkling I see them in the sun.
I hear the brawling rapid, the thunder of...
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Author : Joseph Seamon Cotter Jr.
On the dusty earth-drum
Beats the falling rain;
Now a whispered murmur,
Now a louder strain.
Slender, silvery drumsticks,
On an ancient drum,
Beat the mellow music
Bidding life to come.
Chords of earth awakened,
Notes of...
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Author : Robert Frost
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the...
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Author : Elisha Porat
Poets do not retire
On reaching their time to be silent,
Praising the beauty of Jerusalem
They are pushed slowly eastward
Thrust aside forgotten to the desert.
And there, suddenly in absolute secrecy
Drop mutely from the cliff,
And...
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Author : Rumi
Reason says, "I will beguile him with the tongue;"
Love says, "Be silent. I will beguile him with the soul."
The soul says to the heart, "Go, do not laugh at me
and yourself. What is there that is not his, that I may...
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Author : Lord Byron
Remember him, whom Passion's power
Severely---deeply---vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both were loved.
That yielding breast, that melting eye,
Too much invited to be blessed:
That gentle...
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Author : Christina Rosetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our...
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Author : Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you...
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Author : Lord Byron
Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream
Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,
And haunt thee like a feverish dream!
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.
Thy husband too shall think of...
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Author : Thomas Moore
Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart,
It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art;
More dear in thy sorrow, thy gloom, and thy showers,
Than the rest of the world in their sunniest hours.
Wert thou all that I...
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Author : Lord Byron
Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,
When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powers,
And thou and I shall cease to be.
Can I forget---canst...
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Author : Thomas Moore.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But oh! her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand.
"Lady! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and lovely through...
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