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Author : Emily Bronte
Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is–"Leave the heart that now I bear ...
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Author : Isabella Valancy Crawford
Roses, Senors, roses!
Love is subtly hid
In the fragrant roses,
Blown in gay Madrid.
Roses, Senors, roses!
Look, look, look, and see
Love hanging in the roses
Like a golden bee!
Ha! ha! shake the roses--...
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Author : Charles G.D. Roberts
Sharp drives the rain, sharp drives the endless rain.
The rain-winds wake and wander, lift and blow.
The slow smoke-wreaths of vapour to and fro,
Wave and unweave and gather and build again
Over the far gray reaches of the...
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Author : William Butler Yeats
Some may have blamed you that you took away
The verses that could move them on the day
When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
Nothing to make a song about but kings,...
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Author : Matthew Arnold
Strew on her roses, roses,
And never a spray of yew!
In quiet she reposes;
Ah, would that I did, too!
Her mirth the world required;
She bathed it in smiles of glee.
But her heart was tired, tired,
And now they let her be....
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Author : John Clare
Summer's pleasures they are gone like to visions every one,
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on.
I tried to call them back, but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away.
Dear heart, and can...
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Author : Robert Frost
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung
And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest
Before it stained a single human breast.
The stricken flower bent double and so hung.
And still the bird revisited her young.
A butterfly its fall had...
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Author : Kimberly Duffin
The cloudscape is as vast as the sky is blue
Billowing white clouds intermingling
Many forms combine into one
Sharing and jockeying for attention
Bu as the pressure builds changes occur
The colour darkens to grey and black
Winds pick...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
The Dance of River Water
Sets all the leaves astir,
And all the woods of Arcady
Are glad because of her.
They whisper, "Listen, listen,
While River Water sings
That bubble song of bobolinks
And wild June things."
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Author : William Butler Yeats
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,
Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;
Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,
But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes...
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Author : Mukesh Williams
The past is a relationship of angles,
Perspectives and emotions,
With its own fragmentary histories and
Genuine philosophical biases
That allows us to converse secretly
Acting out our small narratives,
Finding a pattern, a...
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Author : Robert Frost
The surest thing there is is we are riders,
And though none too successful at it, guiders,
Through everything presented, land and tide
And now the very air, of what we ride.
What is this talked-of mystery of birth
But being mounted...
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Author : Michael P. Ladanyi
There was never so much mud —
morning an alarm of ebbing silence,
droning gestures wrapped
in soupy leaves, thick warbled
gray weighing down
limb-blooded trees.
And he had questions, green and blue
words ready to choke...
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Author : CR Mittal
Time is never ending.
Scuttling the evening cup
breaking a sigh
upon frozen lips
it seems to depart
only to linger
beside the water lilies
in the backyard.
Its still motion
on the star track
prods the dust to bloom.
It...
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Author : Alfred E. Housman
Wake: the silver dusk returning
Up the beach of darkness brims,
And the ship of sunrise burning
Strands upon the eastern rims.
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters,
Trampled to the floor it spanned,
And the tent of night in tatters...
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Author : William Bliss Carman
We are the roadside flowers,
Straying from garden grounds,--
Lovers of idle hours,
Breakers of ordered bounds.
If only the earth will feed us,
If only the wind be kind,
We blossom for those who need us,
The stragglers left...
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Author : Robert Frost
We make ourselves a place apart
Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated hear
Till someone really find us out.
'Tis pity if the case require
(Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
The...
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Author : Pauline Johnson
What of the days when we two dreamed together?
Days marvellously fair,
As lightsome as a skyward floating feather
Sailing on summer air--
Summer, summer, that came drifting through
Fate's hand to me, to you.
What of the days, my...
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Author : Helen Steiner Rice
When you ask God for a gift,
Be thankful if he sends,
Not diamonds, pearls or riches,
but the love of real true friends.
~ Helen Steiner Rice
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Author : Peter John Allan
Where linger my love? In what peaceful vale
Of the land of dreams is she lingering now,
Where the spirit sad of the nightingale
Is warbling sweet from bough to bough;
And the witching beam of her own bright star...
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Author : Archibald Lampman
Where swallows and wheatfields are,
O hamlet brown and still,
O river that shineth far,
By meadow, pier, and mill:
O endless sunsteeped plain,
With forests in dim blue shrouds,
And little wisps of rain,...
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Author : Berton Braley
Whether for Nothing or for Yen
I'll play my Contract Bridge with Men!
For though my partner be a lout
Who doesn't know what It's About
It's easier to bear by far
Than playing with a Female Star.
For I can bawl...
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Author : Lord Byron
Why, Pigot, complain of this damsel's disdain,
Why thus in despair do you fret?
For months you may try, yet, believe me, a sigh
Will never obtain a coquette.
Would you teach her to love? for a time seem to rove;
At first she may...
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Author : George Eliot
You love the roses - so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling...
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Author : Sharmagne Leland - St. John
You traded us for glaciers,
Snow-capped mountains,
Pine forests,
Where icy rivers run.
You traded us for a man
Who would provide a home
For you and your infant son.
Did we haunt your dreams?
2 little girls,
Huddled together,...
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