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There's a town called Don't-You-Worry,
On the banks of River Smile;
Where the Cheer-Up and Be-Happy
Blossom sweetly all the while.
Where the Never-Crumble flower
Blooms beside the fragrant Try,
And the Ne'er-Give-Up and...
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Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for...
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It isn't so much what you have to eat,
As the friends you have to share it,
For when trouble or pain is yours to meet,
Your friends will help you bear it.
It isn't so much what cash you own,
As the way you've learned to use it,...
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Back of the beating hammer
By which the steel is wrought,
Back of the workshop's clamor
The seeker may find the Thought —
The Thought that is ever master
Of iron and steam and steel,
That rises above disaster
And tramples it...
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There's a graveyard near the White House
Where the Unknown Soldier lies,
And the flowers there are sprinkled
With the tears from mother's eyes.
I stood there not so long ago
With roses for the brave,
And suddenly I heard a...
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(Or Reward)
All day I did the little things,
The little things that do not show;
I brought the kindling for the fire
I set the candles in a row,
I filled a bowl with marigolds,
The shallow bowl you love the best-
And made the...
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He saw a shadow form appear
And felt the sudden chill of fear
As he began to understand
That they would fight to the last man.
This group was known to have no fear,
And as marksmen they had no peer
But he knew that someday they'd...
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I wonder do you feel today
As I have felt since, hand in hand,
We sat down on the grass, to stray
In spirit better through the land,
This morn of Rome and May?
For me, I touched a thought, I know,
Has tantalized me many times,...
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Soft, sweet, velvet lips and eyes that long for a kiss
Yet so often it is the smile you wear I miss
And the enchanting flicker in your eyes as we meet
With the breeze so calm and the music so low
Time nearly stands still or perhaps...
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Today is your lucky day Youv'e slept the morning away but your breakfast is prepared You'll never stop calling me Mamaw I thought I taught you, I'm Grandma The first-born grandson who dared Words came from a boisterous woman whom I love very much A...
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I'll take your breath she said As her crimson lips touched my head I can't help to think there must be a better scheme for my day And if not will every hour of my life proceed this way Should I lead her on until we die Or just let her go besides I'm...
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War calls for such a man to fight Many will arbitrarily die tonight Today's death could mean tomorrow's freedom Mother's cry "bring back my captured son I need him" Break down the enemies regime and misplaced power May our God take...
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To him who in the love of Nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile
And eloquence of beauty, and she glides
Into his darker musings,...
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Once this soft turf, this rivulet's sands,
Were trampled by a hurrying crowd,
And fiery hearts and armèd hands
Encountered in the battle-cloud.
Ah! never shall the land forget
How gushed the life-blood of her...
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O constellations of the early night,
That sparkled brighter as the twilight died,
And made the darkness glorious! I have seen
Your rays grow dim upon the horizon's edge,
And sink behind the mountains. I have seen
The great...
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Let me move slowly through the street,
Filled with an ever-shifting train,
Amid the sound of steps that beat
The murmuring walks like autumn rain.
How fast the flitting figures come!
The mild, the fierce, the stony face;
Some...
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The melancholy days have come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere;
Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead;
They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the...
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How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps
The disembodied spirits of the dead,
When all of thee that time could wither sleeps
And perishes among the dust we tread?
For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless pain
If there I...
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Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the...
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Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
Far in thy realm withdrawn
Old empires sit in sullenness and gloom,
And glorious...
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Come, let us plant the apple-tree.
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade;
Wide let its hollow bed be made;
There gently lay the roots, and there
Sift the dark mould with kindly care,
And press it o'er them tenderly,
As,...
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Whither, midst falling dew,
While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,
Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue
Thy solitary way?
Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As,...
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When I was young, I lived against the grain.
I changed the rules to suit an angry me.
Back then they all thought I was quite insane.
Today I look around. Things changed, I see.
Thought who I was when I would go astray -
the drugs, the...
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The summer heat exploded like a gun.
The lightning sparked a powder keg of mist.
The sky dumped buckets down on everyone.
We ran for cover. Drums of thunder hissed.
Upon the lawn and trees the heavens cried.
The dreary rain...
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Humid seal of soft affections,
Tenderest pledge of future bliss,
Dearest tie of young connections,
Love's first snowdrop, virgin kiss!
Speaking silence, dumb confession,
Passion's birth, and infant's play, ...
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