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All that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,
Now a dart of blue;
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!
Then it...
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All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee:
All the wonder and wealth of the mine in the heart of one gem:
In the core of one pearl all the shade and the shine of the sea:
Breath and bloom, shade and shine, —¯...
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I saw a slight glimmer in your eyes as I walked to you
"May I have this dance", I said as I reached for your hand
The next slow song we planned to dance
but the music stopped, "Is it really this late?"
Prom was over...
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Our band is few but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold;
The British soldier trembles
When Marion's name is told.
Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Our tent the cypress-tree;
We know the forest round us,
As...
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Icycle comas suspended in space
Like mystical tear drops fallen from grace
Enchanted by illusions of historical planes
Holding onto tonite as we grasp life's reigns
Pleading with temptation as a gnome at play
Entranced by passion and...
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If your father the Duke
has forbidden you to see me
in public
then let us meet under starlight
at the windmill upon the mountain
where the wood owls
make their gothic music.
We shall talk together,
embrace one another,...
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me:
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if...
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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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Children play in the ashes of history Remembrance lost in future yet to pass, Oh glory days, innocence in a futile world The last little dance of the free. World aflame, countries burn to mourn No need for the children of tomorrow, So sad a play...
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Birdsong calls across the morn To herald coming of the dawn, While in my slumber I do engage Dreams of thunder upon my stage. Waking with the gentle touch From raven mane adored so much, A dream or two slips gently through Holding still, my heart...
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Oh, I should like to ride the seas,
A roaring buccaneer;
A cutlass banging at my knees,
A dirk behind my ear.
And when my captives' chains would clank
I'd howl with glee and drink,
And then fling out the quivering plank
And watch the...
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The worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ; The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong, With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong. The tower of ages in fragments is laid, Moss...
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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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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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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience,your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look will easily unclose me though...
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Most every night when they're in bed,
And both their little prayers have said,
They shout for me to come upstairs
And tell them tales of gypsies bold,
And eagles with the claws that hold
A baby's weight, and fairy sprites
That roam the...
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There are some qualities —some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a twofold Silence —sea and...
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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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Her famous Sonnets from the Portuguese is a sequence in which she records her love for Robert Browning. Out of fourty four Sonnets, I've chosen the following ~
XLIII
"How Do I love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways."
How do...
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of it's own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound,...
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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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Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving—
Come back and dwell...
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O, thy bright eyes must answer now,
When Reason, with a scornful brow,
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,
And tell why I have chosen thee!
Stern Reason is to judgment come,
Arrayed in all her forms...
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Often rebuked, yet always back returning
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
Today, I will seek not the shadowy region;
Its...
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Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag to-day
Can tell the definition
So clear, of Victory
As he...
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