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Written 1120 A.C.E.
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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
II...
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The Dalliance of the Eagles
Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws,...
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The Eagle: A Fragment He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. ...
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The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over...
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The Islet
‘Whither, O whither, love, shall we go,
For a score of sweet little summers or so?’
The sweet little wife of the singer said,
On the day that follow’d the day she was wed,
‘Whither, O whither, love,...
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The Worship of Nature
He harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
And prayer is made, and praise is given,
By all things near and far;
The ocean...
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To an Athlete Dying Young
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.
To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring...
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A reflection on Homelessness ~
I see the garment of a grief and pain
you no longer can feel,
the sleeve of my own heart tugged at
on this lost winter's afternoon,
cold and indecisive sun reflected
in the...
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Souls of Poets dead and gone,
What Elysium have ye known,
Happy field or mossy cavern,
Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?
Have ye tippled drink more fine
Than mine host's Canary wine?
Or are fruits of Paradise
Sweeter than those...
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My Life…So Far
Twist,
as dandelions blow
across fields of gray.
Apart we are
though never alone.
I see you still
if dreams conceal,
Know that you are
in my thoughts surreal.
Dangle,
as the willow’s swoon....
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(from A Book of Sonnets)
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide...
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Baby, you broke my heart again,
Only because I let you in.
I always thought I'd be able to let you go.
I'm kicking myself for the fool I was,
My heart aching inside like it always does,
And wishing for the time I didn't know....
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Essay
[Excerpt of the text]
“How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily...
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I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;...
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Tell all the Truth but tell it slant—
Sucess in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb suprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man...
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[ A parody on Curfew ]
Slow the Kansas sun was setting o'er the wheat fields far away,
Streaking all the air with cobwebs, at the close of one hot day;
And its last rays kissed the foreheads of a man and maiden fair,
He with...
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[from "Through the Looking-Glass"]
I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate.
I saw an aged man,
A-sitting on a gate.
"Who are you, aged man?" I said.
"And how is it you...
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'Twas a balmy summer evening, and a goodly crowd was there,
Which well-nigh filled Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square;
And as songs and witty stories came through the open door,
A vagabond crept slowly in and posed upon...
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(Italian sonnet)
A rose and golden twilight paints the skies
as ocean breezes drift into their room
through open windows, shattering the gloom
that lingers where they whispered long goodbyes.
She gazes out to sea with teary eyes
and...
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A lady red upon the hill
Her annual secret keeps;
A lady white within the field
In placid lily sleeps!
The tidy breezes with their brooms
Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
Who may expected be?
...
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John and Peter and Robert and Paul,
God in His wisdom created them all.
John was a statesman and Peter a slave,
Robert a preacher and Paul was a knave.
Evil or good as the case might be,
White or colored or bond or free,
John and Peter...
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While that the sun with his beams hot
Scorched the fruits in vale and mountain,
Philon the shepherd, late forgot,
Sitting beside a crystal fountain
In shadow of a green oak tree,
Upon his pipe this song play'd he:
Adieu,...
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“For oh,” say the children, “we are weary,
And we cannot run or leap;
If we dared for any meadows, it were merely
To drop down in them and sleep.
Our knees tremble soreley in the stooping,
We fall upon our faces, trying...
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[from Prometheus Unbound]
The joy, the triumph, the delight, the madness
The boundless, overflowing, bursting gladness,
The vaporous exultation, not to be confined!
Ha! ha! the animation of delight
Which wraps me, like...
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XCI
Those eyes' dark light enlighten discontent;
Their feral beacons freeze me, as I stare;
From heartless jungle secret will is sent,
Illuminated by seduction's glare.
You burn the night, cruel tigress—orange,...
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