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Rain, rain, bring a storm again, Water thrashing upon window pane, Lightning flash and thunderclap, No sound could be grander than that. Howling wind of stormy gale, Where trees will writhe and fences wail. Clouds that race, billow and burst, ...
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She sits alone this night crying And yearns for her place, A gentle caress from the dying To help pass in times sweet grace. Heart wounded she mourns sadly For it's in histories mold, A world insane in equation madly Stole away her loves soul. His...
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She tells her friends she's found him, And she knows that he's the one. But she don't know all his secrets; He can't tell her what he's done. So he goes on loving her With the heart that he has left. He hopes he doesn't hurt her, And he hopes she...
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade...
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She's the only one that listens, The only one that cares She loves me more than words can say So she tells me when I'm scared She's always there for me Whatever I do or say Guiding me on, leading the way Helping me day by day She helps me cope with...
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since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -...
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Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon; This way, and that, she peers, and sees Silver fruit upon silver trees; One by one the casements catch Her beams beneath the silvery thatch; Couched in his kennel, like a log, With...
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So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe,...
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Standing on deck soothed by the sway, Eyes locked to horizon awaiting light of day. Though I've travelled to each and every shore, The breathless variation still leaves me in awe. I've known the terror that lurks beneath, Seen many a vessel...
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Still I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls by the brook-side still do I ponder, Dreaming to-morrow to-day. Come here, come, revive me, Sun-God, teach me, Apollo, Measures descanted...
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Such a short while you stayed with me Such a short time we shared and be You live there, and I live here Usually we'd only see each other once a year Years have come and years had past Times been shared but times too fast You're too far when I need...
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Suppose, my little lady, Your doll should break her head; Could you make it whole by crying Till your eyes and nose were red? And wouldn't it be pleasanter To treat it as a joke, And say ygu're glad 'twas dolly's And not your own that broke? Suppose...
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Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the deep; Thou hast not sailed in Indian seas, Where scent comes forth in every breeze. Thou hast not seen the...
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The Antiseptic Baby and the Prophylactic Pup Were playing in the garden when the Bunny gamboled up; They looked upon the Creature with a loathing undisguised;- It wasn't disinfected and it wasn't Sterilized. They said it was a...
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The old moon is tarnished With smoke of the flood, The dead leaves are varnished With colour like blood. A treacherous smiler With teeth white as milk, A savage beguiler In sheathings of silk The sea creeps to pillage, She leaps on her...
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The supper is over, the hearth is swept, And in the wood-fire's glow, The children cluster to hear a tale Of the time so long ago. When Grandmamma's hair was golden brown And the warm blood came and went O'er the face that could scarce have been...
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The woman was old and ragged and gray And bent with the chill of the Winter's day. The street was wet with a recent snow And the woman's feet were aged and slow. She stood at the crossing and waited long, Alone, uncared for, amid the throng Of human...
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There be none of beauty's daughters With a magic like thee; And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me: When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean's pausing, The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lulled winds...
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They shall go down unto Life's Borderland, Walk unafraid within that Living Hell, Nor heed the driving rain of shot and shell That 'round them falls; but with uplifted hand Be one with mighty hosts, an arméd band Against man's wrong to...
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We started out being friends, And that was all it was supposed to be. But as time went by, Things should be more than friends to me. I noticed many things about you That I never knew before. Your are one special person, Nothing else means more. Your...
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When I was just a child at play, I'd wake and start each brand new day, With hopes and plans, wishes and dreams, The world was filled with so much it seems. Kingdoms, oceans, forests and space ... Were places to travel and experience with grace....
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When the doctor examines you And submits his diagnosis And tells you that you soon will die, 'Tis a terrible prognosis. It is a shock to one's psyche, A heavy burden to bear. It's news that should be told to you While your a'settin' in a...
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake...
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