Celestine Silvousplait Justine de Mouton Rosalie,
A coryph�e who lived and danced in naughty, gay Paree,
Was every bit as pretty as a French girl e'er can be
(Which isn't saying... – by Charles Battell Loomis | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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"Farewell!" Another gloomy word
As ever into language crept.
'Tis often written, never heard,
... – by Bert Leston Taylor | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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I cannot tell you how I love
The canvases of Mr. Dove,
Which Saturday I went to see
In Mr. Thurber's... – by Bert Leston Taylor | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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If I go to see the play,
Of the story I am certain;
Promptly it gets under way
With the lifting of the curtain.
Builded all that's said and done
On the ancient recipe -
'Tis the same old Two and One:
A... – by Bert Leston Taylor | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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Where the Moosatockmaguntic
Pours its waters in the Skuntic,
Met, along the forest side
Hiram Hover, Huldah... – by Bayard Taylor | 32 Views added 3 years ago
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The rough old Mr. Storm
Is whirling, swirling past
He makes the treetops bow their heads
And trembles at his... – by Alan L. Strang | 115 Views added 3 years ago
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There is a country in my mind,
Lovelier than a poet blind
Could dream of, who had never known
This world of drought and dust and stone
In all its ugliness: a place
Full of an all but human grace;
Whose dells retain the... – by Aldous Leonard Huxley | 19 Views added 3 years ago
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The sextant of the meetinouse, which sweeps
And dusts, or is supposed too! and makes fiers,
And lites the gas and sometimes leaves a screw loose,
in which case it smells orful - worse than lampile;
And wrings the Bel and toles it... – by Arabella M Willson | 48 Views added 3 years ago
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Oh, I used to sing a song,
An' dey said it was too long,
So I cut it off de en'
To accommodate a frien'
Nex' do', nex' do'
To accommodate a frien' nex'... – by Ruth McEnery | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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What motley cares Corilla's mind perplex,
Whom maids and metaphors conspire to vex!
In studious dishabille behold her sit,
A lettered gossip and a household wit;
At once invoking, though for different views,
Her gods, her cook,... – by Richard Brinsley Butler Sheridan | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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The sun shines bright, the morning's fair,
The gossamers float on the air,
The dew-gems twinkle in the glare,
The spider's loom
Is closely plied, with artful care,
Even in my... – by Patrick Bronte | 40 Views added 3 years ago
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See, I have bent thee by thy saffron hair
O most strange masker,
Towards my face, thy face so full of eyes
O almost legendary monster,
Thee of the saffron, circling hair I bend,
Bend by my fingers knotted in thy... – by Peter Courtney Quennell | 26 Views added 3 years ago
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Man is for woman made,
And woman made for man:
As the spur is for the jade,
As the scabbard for the blade,
As for liquor is the can,
So man's for woman made,
And woman made for... – by Peter Anthony Motteux | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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"I love you, my lord!"
Was all that she said,
What a dissonant chord,
"I love you, my lord!"
Ah! how I abhorred
That sarcastic maid!
"I love you? My Lord!"
Was all that she... – by Paul Thomas Gilbert | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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No! never such a draught was poured
Since Hebe served with nectar
The bright Olympians and their Lord,
Her over-kind protector, -
Since Father Noah squeezed the grape
And took to such behaving
As would have shamed our... – by Oliver Wendell Holmes | 152 Views added 3 years ago
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CHARACTERS:
GUIDO BARDI, A Florentine prince
SIMONE, a merchant
BIANNA, his wife
The action takes place at Florence in the early sixteenth century.
[The door opens, they separate guiltily, and the husband... – by Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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Armies of box that sportively engage
And mimic real battles in their rage,
Pleased I recount; how, smit with glory's charms,
Two mighty Monarchs met in adverse arms,
Sable and white; assist me to explore,
Ye Serian Nymphs, what... – by Oliver Goldsmith | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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Wrong? are they wrong? Of course they are,
I venture to reply;
For I bore 'my first' (and, I hope, my worst)
A month or so gone by;
And I can't repeat it under this
Or any other... – by Owen Seaman | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied her raven ringlets in;
But, not alone in the silken snare
Did she catch her lovely floating hair,
For, tying her bonnet under her chin,
She tied a young man's heart... – by Nora Perry | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Life would be an easy matter
If we didn't have to eat.
If we never had to utter,
"Won't you pass the bread and butter,
Likewise push along that platter
Full of meat?"
Yes, if food were... – by Nixon Waterman | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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Alone I sit at eventide;
The twilight glory pales,
And o'er the meadows far and wide
I hear the bobolinks -
(We have no... – by Nathan Haskell Dole | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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When evening came and the warm glow grew deeper
And every tree that bordered the green meadows
And in the yellow cornfields every reaper
And every corn-shock stood above their shadows
Flung eastward from their feet in longer measure,... – by Martin Armstrong | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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Over the way, over the way,
I've seen a head that's fair and gray;
I've seen kind eyes not new to tears,
A form of grace, though full of years,
Her fifty summers have left no flaw,
And I, a youth of twenty-three,
So love... – by Mary Mapes Dodge | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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The song of Tigilau the brave,
Sina�s wild lover,
Who across the heaving wave
From Samoa came over:
Came over, Sina, at the setting... – by Marcus Andrew Hislop Clarke | 1 View added 3 years ago
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A brow austere, a circumspective eye.
A frequent shrug of the os humeri;
A nod significant, a stately gait,
A blustering manner, and a tone of weight,
A smile sarcastic, an expressive stare:
Adopt all these, as time and place... – by Mark Lemon | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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I knelt beside a little bed,
The curtains drew away,
And, 'mid the soft, white folds beheld,
Two rosy sleepers lay;
The one had seen three summers smile
And lisped her evening prayer;
The other, - only one year's shade
... – by Mary Gardiner Horsford | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Thou with the dark blue eye upturned to heaven,
And cheek now pale, now warm with radiant glow,
Daughter of God,--most dear,--
Come with thy quivering tear,
And tresses wild, and robes of... – by Maria Gowen Brooks | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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I was a Pirate once,
A blustering fellow with scarlet sash,
A ready cutlass and language rash;
From a ship with a rum-filled water-tank
I made the enemy walk the plank;
I marooned a man on an island bare,
And seized his wife... – by M. Forrest | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty... – by Leonard Leslie Brooke | 42 Views added 3 years ago
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A little white soul went up to God,
Out of the mire of the city street;
It grew like a flower in the highway broad,
Close to the trample of heedless... – by Kate Seymour Maclean | 68 Views added 3 years ago
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We sat beneath tall waving trees that flung
Their heavy shadows o'er the dewy grass.
Over the waters, breaking at our feet,
Quivered the moon, and lighted solemnly
The scene before... – by James Barron Hope | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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I think to-night I could bear it all,
Even the arrow that cleft the core,
Could I wait again for your swift footfall,
And your sunny face coming in at the door.
With the old frank look and the gay young smile,
And the ring of the... – by Jennings Carmichael | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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Hateful it seems now, yet was I not happy?
Starved of the things I loved, I did not know
I loved them, and was happy lacking them.
If bitterness comes now (and that is hell)
It is when I forget that I was happy,
Accusing Fate,... – by John Frederick Freeman | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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Three score and ten by common calculation
The years of man amount to; but we'll say
He turns four-score, yet, in my estimation,
In all those years he has not lived a... – by James Robinson Planche | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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"Sleep, weary ones, while ye may --
Sleep, oh, sleep!"
Eugene... – by John Alexander McCrae | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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If you want to annoy an opponent thoroughly, and even to harm him,' said a crafty old knave to me, 'you reproach him with the very defect or vice you are conscious of in yourself. Be indignant ... and reproach... – by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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It fell in the year of Mutiny,
At darkest of the night,
John Nicholson by Jal�ndhar came,
On his way to Delhi... – by Henry John Newbolt, Sir | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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God prosper long our noble king,
Our liffes and safetyes all;
A woefull hunting once there did
In Chevy-Chace... – by George Wharton Edwards | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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"Are women fair?" Ay, wondrous fair to see, too.
"Are women sweet?" Yea, passing sweet they be, too.
Most fair and sweet to them that only love them;
Chaste and discreet to all save them that prove... – by Francis Davison | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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By the pure spring, whose haunted waters flow
Through thy sequester'd dell unto the sea,
At sunny noon, I will appear to thee:
Not troubling the still fount with drops of woe,
As when I last took leave of it and thee,
... – by Frances Anne Kemble (Fanny) | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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THE LAIRD O' LOGIE
1.
I will sing, if ye will hearken,
If ye will hearken unto me;
The king has ta'en a poor prisoner,
The wanton laird o' young... – by Frank Sidgwick | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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On the fair face for which I long and sigh
Mine eyes were fasten'd with desire intense.
When, to my fond thoughts, Love, in best reply,
Her honour'd hand uplifting, shut me thence.
My heart there caught--as fish a fair hook by,
... – by Francesco Petrarca (Petrarch) | 89 Views added 3 years ago
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Kindness soothes the bitter anguish,
Kindness wipes the falling tear,
Kindness cheers us when we languish,
Kindness makes a friend more... – by Eliza Paul Kirkbride Gurney | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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The plane leaves
fall black and wet
on the lawn;
The cloud sheaves
in heaven's fields set
droop and are drawn
in falling seeds of rain;
the seed of heaven
on my... – by D. H. Lawrence (David Herbert Richards) | 264 Views added 3 years ago
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Poor, pretty little thing she was,
The sweetest-faced of girls,
With eyes as blue as larkspurs,
And a mass of tossing curls;
But her step-mother had for her
Only blows and bitter words,
While she thought her own two ugly... – by Clara Doty Bates | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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In London I never know what I'd be at,
Enraptured with this, and enchanted with that;
I'm wild with the sweets of variety's plan,
And life seems a blessing too happy for... – by Captain C. Morris | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Far reaching down's a solid sea sunk everlastingly to rest,
And yet whose billows seem to be for ever heaving toward the west
The tiny fieldmice make their nests, the summer insects buzz and hum
Among the hollows and the crests of this... – by Barcroft Boake | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune
I saw the white daisies go down to the sea,
A host in the sunshine, an army in June,
The people God sends us to set our heart... – by Bliss Carman (William) | 37 Views added 3 years ago
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The railway rattled and roared and swung
With jolting and bumping trucks.
The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung
In the Western sky: and the tireless tongue
Of the wild-eyed man in the corner told
This terrible tale of the days of old,
And the... – by Banjo Paterson (Andrew Barton) | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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Oh, damsel fair at the Porte Maillot,
With the soft blue eyes that haunt me so,
Pray what should I do
When a girl like you
Bestows her smile, her glance, and her sigh
On the first fond fool that is passing by,
... – by Arthur Macy | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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I gazed at the azure-hued mantle of heaven,
The measureless depths of ethereal space;
I gazed at the clouds, so invisibly driven,
And an eagle, which wheeled with symmetrical... – by Alfred Castner King | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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Pity the child who never feels
A mother's fond caress;
That childish smile a void conceals
Of aching... – by Alfred Castner King | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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Saint Anthony at church
Was left in the lurch,
So he went to the ditches
And preached to the fishes.
They wriggled their tails,
In the sun glanced their... – by Abraham a Sancta-Clara | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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In unexperienced infancy
Many a sweet mistake doth lie:
Mistake though false, intending true;
A seeming somewhat more than view;
That doth instruct the mind
In things that lie behind,
And many secrets to us show
Which afterwards we come to... – by Thomas Traherne | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind,
But as for me, hélas, I may no more.
The vain travail hath wearied me so sore,
I am of them that farthest cometh... – by Thomas Wyatt | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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They flee from me, that sometime did me seek,
With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them, gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild, and do not remember
That sometime they put themselves in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they... – by Thomas Wyatt | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Morning and evening
Maids heard the goblins cry:
“Come buy our orchard fruits,
Come buy, come buy:
Apples and quinces,
Lemons and oranges,
Plump unpeck’d cherries,
Melons and raspberries,
Bloom-down-cheek’d peaches,
Swart-headed mulberries,
Wild... – by Christina Rossetti | 138 Views added 3 years ago
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The half moon shows a face of plaintive sweetness
Ready and poised to wax or wane;
A fire of pale desire in incompleteness,
Tending to pleasure or to pain:—
Lo, while we gaze she rolleth on in fleetness
To perfect loss or perfect... – by Christina Rossetti | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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1... – by Christina Rossetti | 111 Views added 3 years ago
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I rose at the dead of night,
And went to the lattice alone
To look for my Mother’s ghost
Where the ghostly moonlight... – by Christina Rossetti | 100 Views added 3 years ago
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To-day's your natal day;
Sweet flowers I bring:
Mother, accept, I pray
My... – by Christina Rossetti | 72 Views added 3 years ago
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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 thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt,... – by Christina Rossetti | 41 Views added 3 years ago
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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing... – by Christina Rossetti | 163 Views added 3 years ago
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O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at... – by Christina Rossetti | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no... – by Christina Rossetti | 20 Views added 3 years ago
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Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my... – by Christina Rossetti | 74 Views added 3 years ago
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Before the paling of the stars,
Before the winter morn,
Before the earliest cock-crow,
Jesus Christ was born:
Born in a stable,
Cradled in a manger,
In the world His hands had made
Born a... – by Christina Rossetti | 25 Views added 3 years ago
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The Shepherds had an Angel,
The Wise Men had a star,
But what have I, a little child,
To guide me home from far,
Where glad stars sing together
And singing angels... – by Christina Rossetti | 70 Views added 3 years ago
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Love came down at Christmas,
Love all lovely, Love Divine;
Love was born at Christmas,
Star and Angels gave the sign.
Worship we the Godhead,
Love Incarnate, Love Divine;
Worship we our Jesus:
But wherewith for sacred... – by Christina Rossetti | 49 Views added 3 years ago
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A baby is a harmless thing
And wins our hearts with one accord,
And Flower of Babies was their King,
Jesus Christ our Lord:
Lily of lilies He
Upon His Mother’s knee;
Rose of roses, soon to be
Crowned with thorns on leafless... – by Christina Rossetti | 20 Views added 3 years ago
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Christmas hath a darkness
Brighter than the blazing noon,
Christmas hath a chillness
Warmer than the heat of June,
Christmas hath a beauty
Lovelier than the world can show:
For Christmas bringeth Jesus,
Brought for us so... – by Christina Rossetti | 197 Views added 3 years ago
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‘Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow... – by Christina Rossetti | 28 Views added 3 years ago
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O love, love, hold me fast,
He draws me away from thee;
I cannot stem the blast,
Nor the cold strong sea:
Far away a light shines
Beyond the hills and pines;
It is lit for me.
... – by Christina Rossetti | 22 Views added 3 years ago
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‘There’s a footstep coming: look out and see,’
‘The leaves are falling, the wind is calling;
No one cometh across the... – by Christina Rossetti | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay ... – by Emily Brontë | 75 Views added 3 years ago
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Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream,
That vanished with the... – by Emily Brontë | 96 Views added 3 years ago
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Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning... – by Emily Brontë | 46 Views added 3 years ago
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The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot... – by Emily Brontë | 157 Views added 3 years ago
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Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing... – by Emily Brontë | 63 Views added 3 years ago
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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 that cannot... – by Emily Brontë | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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The long, gray moss that softly swings
In solemn grandeur from the trees,
Like mournful funeral draperies,--
A brown-winged bird that never... – by Albert Bigelow Paine | 38 Views added 3 years ago
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Through wild and tangled forests
The broad, unhasting river flows—
Spotted with rain-drops, gray with night;
Upon its curving breast there goes
A lonely steamboat's larboard light,
A blood-red star against the shadowy oaks;... – by Hamlin Garland | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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If no love is, O God, what fele I so?
And if love is, what thing and which is he?
If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?
If it be wikke, a wonder thynketh me,
When every torment and adversite
That cometh of hym, may to... – by Petrarch | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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Ways apt and new to sing of love I'd find,
Forcing from her hard heart full many a sigh,
And re-enkindle in her frozen mind
Desires a thousand, passionate and high;
O'er her fair face would see each swift change pass,
See her fond eyes at length... – by Petrarch | 48 Views added 3 years ago
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NOTHING... – by Stéphane Mallarmé | 23 Views added 3 years ago
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Orphan, I was wandering in black and with an eye vacant of family: at the quincunx, the tents of a fair were unfolded; did I experience the future and that I would take this form? I loved the odor of the vagabonds, and was drawn toward them,... – by Stéphane Mallarmé | 26 Views added 3 years ago
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Translated from a traditional Iroquois... – by Harriet Maxwell Converse | 2 Views added 3 years ago
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Before our lives divide for ever,
While time is with us and hands are free,
(Time, swift to fasten and swift to sever
Hand from hand, as we stand by the sea)
I will say no word that a man might say
Whose whole life's love goes down... – by Algernon Charles Swinburne | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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The yellow bittern that never broke out
In a drinking bout, might as well have drunk;
His bones are thrown on a naked stone
Where he lived alone like a hermit monk.
0 yellow bittern! I pity your lot,
Though they say that a sot like myself is curst
I... – by Cathal Bui Mac Giolla Gunna | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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Valleys lay in sunny vapor,
And a radiance mild was shed
From each tree that like a taper
At a feast stood. Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good Thanksgiving... – by George Parsons Lathrop | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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When the leaves, by thousands thinned,
A thousand times have whirled in the wind,
And the moon, with hollow cheek,
Staring from her hollow height,
Consolation seems to seek
From the dim, reechoing night;
And the fog-streaks dead and white
Lie like... – by George Parsons Lathrop | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful, I am not—
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—
Pluck the roses ere they... – by Abraham Lincoln | 43 Views added 3 years ago
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My childhood home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it... – by Abraham Lincoln | 87 Views added 3 years ago
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Abraham Lincoln
his hand and pen
he will be good but
god knows... – by Abraham Lincoln | 64 Views added 3 years ago
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Speak of the Blessed Islands men from the Ocean’s brim.
Truth is hid in their endless billows and mist-wreaths dim.
Tell of the T’ien-mu Mountain men in the land of Yore,
Seen there, when rainbows scatter, and clouds conceal no more!
Reaching up to... – by Li Bai | 100 Views added 3 years ago
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Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare... – by Li Bai | 118 Views added 3 years ago
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What does he plant who plants a tree?
He plants a friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high;
He plants a home to heaven anigh;
For song and mother-croon of bird
In hushed and... – by Henry Cuyler Bunner | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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Could I pluck down Aldebaran
And haze the Pleiads in your hair
I could not add more burning to your beauty
Or lend a starrier coldness to your... – by William Alexander Percy | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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For this you’ve striven
Daring, to fail:
Your sky is riven
Like a tearing veil.
For this, you’ve wasted
Wings of your youth;
Divined, and tasted
Bitter springs of... – by Elinor Wylie | 20 Views added 3 years ago
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Say not of Beauty she is good,
Or aught but beautiful,
Or sleek to doves’ wings of the wood
Her wild wings of a gull.
Call her not wicked; that word’s touch
Consumes her like a curse;
But love her not too much, too much,
For that is even... – by Elinor Wylie | 63 Views added 3 years ago
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Sleep falls, with limpid drops of rain,
Upon the steep cliffs of the town.
Sleep falls; men are at peace again
While the small drops fall softly... – by Elinor Wylie | 69 Views added 3 years ago
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When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,
I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll... – by Elinor Wylie | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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I always was afraid of Somes's Pond:
Not the little pond, by which the willow stands,
Where laughing boys catch alewives in their hands
In brown, bright shallows; but the one beyond.
There, when the frost makes all the birches burn
Yellow as... – by Elinor Wylie | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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O why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud,
A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave,
He passes from life to his rest in the... – by William Knox | 301 Views added 3 years ago
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Beauty is the marking-time, the stationary vibration, the feigned ecstasy of an arrested impulse unable to reach its natural... – by T. E. Hulme | 23 Views added 3 years ago
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(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter... – by T. E. Hulme | 103 Views added 3 years ago
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Above the quiet dock in mid night,
Tangled in the tall mast’s corded height,
Hangs the moon. What seemed so far away
Is but a child’s balloon, forgotten after... – by T. E. Hulme | 63 Views added 3 years ago
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Lighthearted I walked into the valley wood
In the time of hyacinths,
Till beauty like a scented cloth
Cast over, stifled me. I was bound
Motionless and faint of breath
By loveliness that is her own... – by T. E. Hulme | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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A touch of cold in the Autumn night
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded;
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town... – by T. E. Hulme | 131 Views added 3 years ago
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Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions.
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a... – by T. S. Eliot | 77 Views added 3 years ago
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They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting despondently at area... – by T. S. Eliot | 173 Views added 3 years ago
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S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s'i'odo il vero,
Senza tema d'infamia ti... – by T. S. Eliot | 363 Views added 3 years ago
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"Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi
in ampulla pendere, et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σιβυλλα
τι θελεις; respondebat illa: αποθανειν θελω."
For Ezra Pound
il miglior fabbro.
I. The Burial of the... – by T. S. Eliot | 1,473 Views added 3 years ago
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If space and time, as sages say,
Are things which cannot be,
The fly that lives a single day
Has lived as long as we.
But let us live while yet we may,
While love and life are free,
For time is time, and runs away,
Though sages... – by T. S. Eliot | 39 Views added 3 years ago
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When we came home across the hill
No leaves were fallen from the trees;
The gentle fingers of the breeze
Had torn no quivering cobweb... – by T. S. Eliot | 31 Views added 3 years ago
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I observe: "Our sentimental friend the moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John’s balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress."
She then: "How you digress!"
... – by T. S. Eliot | 69 Views added 3 years ago
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The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps... – by T. S. Eliot | 59 Views added 3 years ago
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Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
Dreaming of... – by T. S. Eliot | 108 Views added 3 years ago
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Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Now when she died there was silence in heaven
And silence at her end of the street.
The shutters were drawn and... – by T. S. Eliot | 53 Views added 3 years ago
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Webster was much possessed by death
And saw the skull beneath the skin;
And breastless creatures under ground
Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
Stared from the sockets of the eyes!
He knew that thought clings... – by T. S. Eliot | 56 Views added 3 years ago
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Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney... – by T. S. Eliot | 40 Views added 3 years ago
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I... – by T. S. Eliot | 90 Views added 3 years ago
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Miss Nancy Ellicott
Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them—
The barren New England hills—
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
Miss Nancy Ellicott smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her... – by T. S. Eliot | 66 Views added 3 years ago
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As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved in her laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the... – by T. S. Eliot | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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Thou hast committed—
Fornication: but that was in another country,
And besides, the wench is dead.
The Jew of Malta.... – by T. S. Eliot | 46 Views added 3 years ago
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O quam te memorem... – by T. S. Eliot | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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Love, leave me like the light,
The gently passing day;
We would not know, but for the night,
When it has slipped away.
So many hopes have fled,
Have left me but the name
Of what they were. When love is dead,
Go thou, beloved, the... – by Countee Cullen | 357 Views added 3 years ago
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I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
Ere youth has sped, and strength of mind,
Ere voices sweet grow dumb.
I have a rendezvous with Life,
When Spring's first heralds hum.
Sure some would cry it's better far
To crown their days... – by Countee Cullen | 100 Views added 3 years ago
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Between me and the noise of strife
Are walls of mountains set with pine;
The dusty, care-strewn paths of life
Lead not to this retreat of mine.
I hear the morning wind awake
Beyond the purple height,
And, in the growing... – by Alexander Posey | 96 Views added 3 years ago
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*Tulwa Thlocco—A large settlement of people. This settlement lies on the north side of the... – by Alexander Posey | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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I’m tired of the gloom
In a four-walled room;
Heart-weary, I sigh
For the open sky,
And the solitude
Of the greening wood;
Where the bluebirds call,
And the sunbeams fall,
And the daisies lure
The soul to be pure.
I’m... – by Alexander Posey | 1,363 Views added 3 years ago
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How savage, fierce and grim!
His bones are bleached and white.
But what is death to him?
He grins as if to bite.
He mocks the fate
That bade, ''Begone.''
There's fierceness stamped
In ev'ry... – by Alexander Posey | 49 Views added 3 years ago
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A few days more, and then
There’ll be no secret glen,
Or hollow, deep and dim,
To hide or shelter him.
And on the prairie far,
Beneath the beacon star
On evening’s dark’ning shore,
I’ll hear him... – by Alexander Posey | 171 Views added 3 years ago
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There is more glory in a drop of dew,
That shineth only for an hour,
Than there is in the pomp of earth’s great Kings
Within the noonday of their... – by Alexander Posey | 21 Views added 3 years ago
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Down with him! chain him! bind him fast!
Slam to the iron door and turn the key!
The one true Creek, perhaps the last
To dare declare, “You have wronged me!”
Defiant, stoical, silent,
Suffers... – by Alexander Posey | 28 Views added 3 years ago
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Some day this quest
Shall cease;
Some day,
For aye,
This heart shall rest
In peace.
Sometimes—ofttimes—I almost feel
The calm upon my senses steal,
So soft, and all but hear
The dead leaves rustle near
And sign... – by Alexander Posey | 61 Views added 3 years ago
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The names of Waitie and Boudinot—
The valiant warrior and gifted sage—
And other Cherokees, may be forgot,
But thy name shall descend to every age;
The mysteries enshrouding Cadmus’ name
Cannot obscure thy claim to... – by Alexander Posey | 25 Views added 3 years ago
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The Caesars and the Alexanders were
But men gone mad, who ran about a while
Upsetting kingdoms, and were slain in turn
Like rabid dogs, or died in misery.
Assassins laid in wait for Caesar; wine,
Amid the boasts of victory, cut short
The glory of... – by Alexander Posey | 32 Views added 3 years ago
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Tired at length of crying,
Laughing, cooing, sighing,
The baby lies so qui’t and still,
Scarce breathing in his sleep;
The mother watches, half-inclined
To hide her face and... – by Alexander Posey | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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The sky has put her bluest garment on,
And gently brushed the snowy clouds away;
The robin trills a sweeter melody,
Because you are just one year old... – by Alexander Posey | 91 Views added 3 years ago
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In the dreamy silence
Of the afternoon, a
Cloth of gold is woven
Over wood and prairie;
And the jaybird, newly
Fallen from the heaven,
Scatters cordial greetings,
And the air is filled with
Scarlet leaves, that, dropping,
Rise again, as ever,
With a... – by Alexander Posey | 331 Views added 3 years ago
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I’ve seen the beauty of the rose,
I’ve heard the music of the bird,
And given voice to my delight;
I’ve sought the shapes that come in dreams,
I’ve reached my hands in eager quest,
To fold them empty to my breast;
While you, the whole of all I’ve... – by Alexander Posey | 44 Views added 3 years ago
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Be it dark; be it bright;
Be it pain; be it rest;
Be it wrong; be it right—
It must be for the... – by Alexander Posey | 60 Views added 3 years ago
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Why do trees along the river
Lean so far out o’er the tide?
Very wise men tell me why, but
I am never satisfied;
And so I keep my fancy still,
That trees lean out to save
The drowning from the clutches of
The cold, remorseless... – by Alexander Posey | 46 Views added 3 years ago
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Love is a rainbow that appears
When heaven’s sunshine lights earth’s tears.
All varied colors of the light
Within its beauteous arch unite:
There Passion’s glowing crimson hue
Burns near Truth’s rich and deathless... – by Effie Waller Smith | 139 Views added 3 years ago
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In a churchyard old and still,
Where the breeze-touched branches thrill
To and fro,
Giant oak trees blend their shade
O'er a sunken grave-mound, made
Long... – by Effie Waller Smith | 18 Views added 3 years ago
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"I have no time for those things now," we say;
"But in the future just a little way,
No longer by this ceaseless toil oppressed,
I shall have leisure then for thought and... – by Effie Waller Smith | 19 Views added 3 years ago
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Geometry is a perfect religion,
Axiom after axiom:
One proves a way into infinity
And logic makes obeisance at... – by Robert McAlmon | 7 Views added 3 years ago
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You are turned wraith. Your supple, flitting hands,
As formless as the night wind’s moan,
Beckon across the years, and your heart’s pain
Fades surely as a stainèd... – by Eunice Tietjens | 24 Views added 3 years ago
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visits me in a... – by Eunice Tietjens | 10 Views added 3 years ago
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Above the east horizon,
The great red flower of the dawn
Opens slowly, petal by petal;
The trees emerge from darkness
With ghostly silver leaves,
Dew powdered.
Now consciousness emerges
Reluctantly out of tides of sleep;
Finding with cold surprise... – by John Gould Fletcher | 27 Views added 3 years ago
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Black swallows swooping or gliding
In a flurry of entangled loops and curves;
The skaters skim over the frozen river.
And the grinding click of their skates as they impinge upon the surface,
Is like the brushing together of thin wing-tips of... – by John Gould Fletcher | 122 Views added 3 years ago
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Under a wall of bronze,
Where beeches dip and trail
Their branches in the water;
With red-tipped head and wings—
A beaked ship under sail—
There glides a single... – by John Gould Fletcher | 41 Views added 3 years ago
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(To the Memory of Edgar Allan Poe)
City of night,
Wrap me in your folds of... – by John Gould Fletcher | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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We climb the slopes of life with throbbing heart,
And eager pulse, like children toward a star.
Sweet siren music cometh from afar,
To lure us on meanwhile. Responsive start
The nightingales to richer song than Art
Can ever teach. No passing shadows... – by Henrietta Cordelia Ray | 87 Views added 3 years ago
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O mother-heart! when fast the arrows flew,
Like blinding lightning, smiting as they fell,
One after one, one after one, what knell
Could fitly voice thy anguish! Sorrow grew
To throes intensest, when thy sad soul knew
Thy youngest, too,... – by Henrietta Cordelia Ray | 38 Views added 3 years ago
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The subtlest strain a great musician weaves,
Cannot attain in rhythmic harmony
To music in his soul. May it not be
Celestial lyres send hints to him? He grieves
That half the sweetness of the song, he leaves
Unheard in the transition. Thus do we... – by Henrietta Cordelia Ray | 36 Views added 3 years ago
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Life! Ay, what is it? E’en a moment spun
From cycles of eternity. And yet,
What wrestling ’mid the fever and the fret
Of tangled purposes and hopes undone!
What affluence of love! What vict’ries won
In agonies of silence, ere trust met
... – by Henrietta Cordelia Ray | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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The cow swings her head in a deep drowsy half-circle to and over
Flank and shoulder, lunging
At flies; then fragrantly plunging
Down at the web-washed grass and the golden clover,
Wrenching sideways to get the full tingle; with one warm nudge,
One... – by Joseph Auslander | 23 Views added 3 years ago
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Is this the lark
Lord Shakespeare heard
Out of the dark
Of dawn! Is this the bird
That stirred
Lord Shakespeare’s... – by Joseph Auslander | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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I know it will be quiet when you come:
No wind; the water breathing steadily;
A light like ghost of silver on the sea;
And the surf dreamily fingering his drum.
Twilight will drift in large and leave me numb
With nearness to the last tranquility;... – by Joseph Auslander | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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Vacant and ghostly and content with death,
Once a man’s hearthtree; now the haunt of bats;
Once a cradle creaked upstairs and someone sang
The terribly beautiful songs young mothers... – by Joseph Auslander | 56 Views added 3 years ago
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Under the lily shadow
and the gold
and the blue and mauve
that the whin and the lilac
pour down on the water,
the fishes... – by F. S. Flint | 316 Views added 3 years ago
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The grass is beneath my head;
and I gaze
at the thronging stars
in the night.
They fall… they fall…
I am overwhelmed,
and afraid.
Each leaf of the aspen
is caressed by the wind,
and each is... – by F. S. Flint | 55 Views added 3 years ago
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Immortal?... No,
they cannot be, these people,
nor... – by F. S. Flint | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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I know this room,
and there are corridors:
the pictures, I have seen before;
the statues and those gems in cases
I have wandered by before,—
stood there silent and lonely
in a dream of years... – by F. S. Flint | 81 Views added 3 years ago
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London, my beautiful,
it is not the sunset
nor the pale green sky
shimmering through the curtain
of the silver birch,
nor the quietness;
it is not the hopping
of birds
upon the lawn,
nor the darkness
stealing over all things
that moves... – by F. S. Flint | 149 Views added 3 years ago
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I cast a backward look—how changed
The scenes of other days!
I walk, a wearied man, estranged
From youth’s delightful ways.
There in the distance rolleth yet
That stream whose waves my
Boyish bosom oft has met,
When... – by John Rollin Ridge | 16 Views added 3 years ago
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Dark as a demon’s dream is one I love—
In soul—but oh, how beautiful in form!
She glows like Venus throned in joy above,
Or on the crimson couch of Evening warm
Reposing her sweet limbs, her heaving breast
Unveiled to him who lights the golden west!... – by John Rollin Ridge | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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There is a voice more dear to me
Than man or woman’s e’er could be—
A “still small voice” that cheers
The woes of these my darker... – by John Rollin Ridge | 56 Views added 3 years ago
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I saw her once—her eye’s deep light
Fell on my spirit’s deeper night,
The only beam that e’er illumed
Its shadows drear. The glance was slight,
But oh, what softness it... – by John Rollin Ridge | 44 Views added 3 years ago
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Come to the river’s side, my love,
My light canoe is by the shore,—
We’ll float upon the tide my love,
And thou shalt hold the dripping... – by John Rollin Ridge | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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Oh must I fling my harp aside,
Nor longer let it soothe my heart?
No! sooner might the tender bride
From th’ first night’s nuptial chamber part!
No! sooner might the warrior cast
His martial plume of glory down,
Or worshipt monarch... – by John Rollin Ridge | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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Behold the dread Mt. Shasta, where it stands
Imperial midst the lesser heights, and, like
Some mighty unimpassioned mind, companionless
And cold. The storms of Heaven may beat in wrath
Against it, but it stands in unpolluted
Grandeur still; and from... – by John Rollin Ridge | 38 Views added 3 years ago
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I look upon the purple hills
That rise in steps to yonder peaks,
And all my soul their silence thrills
And to my heart their beauty... – by John Rollin Ridge | 35 Views added 3 years ago
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Hail solitary star!
That shinest from thy far blue height,
And overlookest Earth
And Heaven, companionless in light!
The rays around thy brow
Are an eternal wreath for thee;
Yet thou’rt not proud, like man,
Though thy broad mirror is the sea,
And... – by John Rollin Ridge | 13 Views added 3 years ago
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Let Earth be glad! for that great work is done,
Which makes, at last, the Old and New World one!
Let all mankind rejoice! for time nor space
Shall check the progress of the human race!
Though Nature heaved the Continents apart,
She cast in one great... – by John Rollin Ridge | 151 Views added 3 years ago
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The hours steal by with still, unasking lips—
So lightly that I cannot hear their tread;
And softly touch me with their finger-tips
To find if I be dreaming, or be... – by Ella Higginson | 128 Views added 3 years ago
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I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers... – by Ella Higginson | 91 Views added 3 years ago
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Lord God, the winter has been sweet and brief
In this fair land;
For us the budded willow and the leaf,
The peaceful... – by Ella Higginson | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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Ah, who is this with twinkling feet,
With glad, young eyes and laughter sweet,
Who tosses back her strong, wild hair,
And saucy kisses flings to Care,
The while she laughs at her? Beware—
You who this winsome maiden... – by Ella Higginson | 15 Views added 3 years ago
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It is the time when crimson stars
Weary of heaven’s cold delight,
And take, like petals from a rose,
Their soft and hesitating flight
Upon the cool wings of the air
Across the purple... – by Ella Higginson | 23 Views added 3 years ago
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Straight thro’ a fold of purple mist
The sun goes down—a crimson wheel—
And like an opal burns the sea
That once was cold as... – by Ella Higginson | 12 Views added 3 years ago
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Bring forth the harp, and let us sweep its fullest, loudest string.
The bee below, the bird above, are teaching us to sing
A song for merry harvest; and the one who will not bear
His grateful part partakes a boon he ill deserves to share.
The... – by Eliza Cook | 88 Views added 3 years ago
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Brave Winter and I shall ever agree,
Though a stern and frowning gaffer is he.
I like to hear him, with hail and rain,
Come tapping against the window pane;
I joy to see him come marching forth
Begirt with the icicle gems of the north;
But I like... – by Eliza Cook | 41 Views added 3 years ago
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We know ’tis good that old Winter should come,
Roving awhile from his Lapland home;
’Tis fitting that we should hear the sound
Of his reindeer sledge on the slippery... – by Eliza Cook | 91 Views added 3 years ago
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Welcome, all hail to thee!
Welcome, young Spring!
Thy sun-ray is bright
On the butterfly’s wing.
Beauty shines forth
In the blossom-robed trees;
Perfume floats by
On the soft southern... – by Eliza Cook | 157 Views added 3 years ago
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I love it, I love it; and who shall dare
To chide me for loving that old arm-chair?
I’ve treasured it long as a sainted prize,
I’ve bedew’d it with tears, and embalmed it with sighs;
’Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart;
Not a tie will break,... – by Eliza Cook | 22 Views added 3 years ago
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Down-trodden ’neath the Syrian heel
Did Zion’s sceptre lie;
Her shrine, where once God’s glory flung
Its radiance, now wildly rung
With pagan... – by Marion Hartog | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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O, the legendary light,
Gleaming goldenly in night
Like the stars above,
Beautiful, like lights in dream,
Eight, the taper-flames that stream
All one glory and one... – by Alter Abelson | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Behold that Tree, in Autumn’s dim decay,
Stript by the frequent, chill, and eddying Wind;
Where yet some yellow, lonely leaves we find
Lingering and trembling on the naked spray,
Twenty, perchance, for millions whirl'd away!
Emblem,... – by Anna Seward | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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You move upon the earth as one
New lit from off the car
That God Apollo guides, the Sun—
And in your hand, a Star;
For in your perfect form unite
Divided hemispheres,
The joy of day, the bliss of night—
Sun raptures, moonlit... – by Douglas Ainslie | 20 Views added 3 years ago
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’Tis strange indeed to hear us plead
For selling and for buying
When yesterday we said: “Away
With all good things but... – by Joseph Seamon Cotter Sr. | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless through the crowded... – by Kahlil Gibran | 214 Views added 3 years ago
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Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work.
And he answered, saying:
You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.
For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s... – by Kahlil Gibran | 1,017 Views added 3 years ago
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And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty.
And he answered:
Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall your find her unless she herself be your way and your guide?
And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your... – by Kahlil Gibran | 93 Views added 3 years ago
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And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, Speak to us of Children.
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
... – by Kahlil Gibran | 4,062 Views added 3 years ago
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And the weaver said, Speak to us of Clothes.
And he answered:
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a... – by Kahlil Gibran | 131 Views added 3 years ago
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Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.... – by Kahlil Gibran | 187 Views added 3 years ago
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Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
... – by Kahlil Gibran | 370 Views added 3 years ago
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And a merchant said, Speak to us of Buying and Selling.
And he answered and said:
To you the earth yields her fruit, and you shall not want if you but know how to fill your hands.
It is in exchanging the gifts of the earth that you... – by Kahlil Gibran | 142 Views added 3 years ago
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Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The... – by Kahlil Gibran | 1,286 Views added 3 years ago
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Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, Speak to us of Pleasure.
And he answered, saying:
Pleasure is a freedom-song,
But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires,
But it is not... – by Kahlil Gibran | 166 Views added 3 years ago
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And the priestess spoke again and said: Speak to us of Reason and Passion.
And he answered, saying:
Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgement wage war against your passion and your appetite.
... – by Kahlil Gibran | 449 Views added 3 years ago
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And one of the elders of the city said, Speak to us of Good and Evil.
And he answered:
Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
For what is evil but good tortured by its own hunger and thirst?
Verily when good is... – by Kahlil Gibran | 720 Views added 3 years ago
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Then said a teacher, Speak to us of Teaching.
And he said:
No man can reveal to you aught but that which already lies half asleep in the dawning of your knowledge.
The teacher who walks in the shadow of the temple, among his... – by Kahlil Gibran | 263 Views added 3 years ago
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And an orator said, Speak to us of Freedom.
And he answered:
At the city gate and by your fireside I have seen you prostrate yourself and worship your own freedom,
Even as slaves humble themselves before a tyrant and praise him though... – by Kahlil Gibran | 307 Views added 3 years ago
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And an astronomer said, Master, what of Time?
And he answered:
You would measure time the measureless and the immeasurable.
You would adjust your conduct and even direct the course of your spirit according to hours and seasons.
... – by Kahlil Gibran | 85 Views added 3 years ago
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And now it was evening.
And Almitra the seeress said, Blessed be this day and this place and your spirit that has spoken.
And he answered, Was it I who spoke? Was I not also a... – by Kahlil Gibran | 119 Views added 3 years ago
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And a man said, Speak to us of Self-Knowledge.
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart’s knowledge.
You would know in words... – by Kahlil Gibran | 117 Views added 3 years ago
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Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, Speak to us of Eating and Drinking.
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and... – by Kahlil Gibran | 120 Views added 3 years ago
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Then the lawyer said, But what of our Laws, master?
And he answered;
You delight in laying down laws,
Yet you delight more in breaking them.
Like children playing by the ocean who build sand-towers with constancy and then destroy... – by Kahlil Gibran | 257 Views added 3 years ago
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And then a scholar said, Speak of Talking.
And he answered, saying:
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart you live in your lips, and sound is a... – by Kahlil Gibran | 78 Views added 3 years ago
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, We would ask now of Death.
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day... – by Kahlil Gibran | 2,779 Views added 3 years ago
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Then a mason came forth and said, Speak to us of Houses.
And he answered and said:
Build of your imaginings a bower in the wilderness ere you build a house within the city walls.
For even as you have home-comings in your twilight, so... – by Kahlil Gibran | 536 Views added 3 years ago
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And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
... – by Kahlil Gibran | 705 Views added 3 years ago
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Then the priestess said, Speak to us of Prayer.
And he answered, saying:
You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might pray also in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.
For what is prayer... – by Kahlil Gibran | 110 Views added 3 years ago
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Then said a rich man, Speak to us of Giving.
And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard... – by Kahlil Gibran | 163 Views added 3 years ago
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Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, Speak to us of Crime and Punishment.
And he answered, saying:
It is when your spirit goes wandering upon the wind,
That you, alone and unguarded, commit a wrong unto others and... – by Kahlil Gibran | 124 Views added 3 years ago
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And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship.
And he answered, saying:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you... – by Kahlil Gibran | 277 Views added 3 years ago
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And an old priest said, Speak to us of Religion.
And he said:
Have I spoken this day of aught else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
And that which is neither deed nor reflection, but a wonder and a surprise ever... – by Kahlil Gibran | 29 Views added 3 years ago
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Almustafa, the chosen and the beloved, who was a dawn unto his own day, had waited twelve years in the city of Orphalese for his ship that was to return and bear him back to the isle of his birth.
And in the twelfth year, on the seventh day of... – by Kahlil Gibran | 33 Views added 3 years ago
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Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.
Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,
Through you I know that I am yet young and swift of... – by Kahlil Gibran | 1,516 Views added 3 years ago
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They say the jackal and the mole
Drink from the selfsame stream
Where the lion comes to drink.
And they say the eagle and the vulture
Dig their beaks into the same carcass,
And are at peace, one with the other,
In the presence of the dead... – by Kahlil Gibran | 313 Views added 3 years ago
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Beyond the cities I have seen,
Beyond the wrack and din,
There is a wide and fair demesne
Where I have never been.
Away from desert wastes of greed,
Over the peaks of pride,
Across the seas of mortal need
Its citizens... – by Leslie Pinckney Hill | 209 Views added 3 years ago
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Prisoners are we,
American citizens imprisoned
For daring in the name of Democracy
To protest against the continued denial
Of the right of self-government
To twenty millions of the American... – by Katharine Rolston Fisher | 28 Views added 3 years ago
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Her life is a luminous banner borne ever ahead of her era, in
lead of the forces of freedom,
Where wrongs for justice call.
High-hearted, far-sighted, she pressed with noble intrepid impatience,
one race and the half of... – by Katharine Rolston Fisher | 94 Views added 3 years ago
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Evening at Occoquan. Rain pelts the workhouse roof.
The prison matrons are sewing together for the Red Cross
The women prisoners are going to bed in two long rows.
Some of the suffrage pickets lie reading in the dim light.
Through the dark, above... – by Katharine Rolston Fisher | 134 Views added 3 years ago
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I watched a river of women,
Rippling purple, white and golden,
Stream toward the National... – by Katharine Rolston Fisher | 201 Views added 3 years ago
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Now the flowers are all folded
And the dark is going by.
The evening is arising…
It is time to rest.
When I am sleeping
I find my pillow full of dreams.
They are all new dreams:
No one told them to me
Before I came through the cloud.
They... – by Hilda Conkling | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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Like roses the bright dream did pass,
On swift, noiseless footsteps away;
Like glistening dew on the grass,
Dissolving beneath the sun’s... – by Libbie C. Baer | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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Papa and mama, and baby and Dot,
Willie and me—the whole of the lot
Of us all went over in Bimberlie’s sleigh,
To grandmama’s house on Christmas... – by Libbie C. Baer | 310 Views added 3 years ago
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How sad, how glad,
The Christmas morn!
Some say, “To-day
Dear Christ was born,
And hope and mirth
Flood all the earth;
Who would be sad
This Christmas... – by Libbie C. Baer | 32 Views added 3 years ago
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(Harry.)
When Christmas comes my brother Fred
And I are each to have a sled,
So papa says. To all good boys
Old Santa brings both books and toys,
When Christmas... – by Libbie C. Baer | 17 Views added 3 years ago
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The church is quaint, and carved, and olden;
The sunlight streams in wavelets golden,
This Christmas morn,
Through stained glass scenes from Bible stories,
On ancient knights whose sculptured glories
The aisle... – by George Robert Sims | 64 Views added 3 years ago
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No more the scarlet maples flash and burn
Their beacon-fires from hilltop and from plain;
The meadow-grasses and the woodland fern
In the bleak woods lie withered once... – by Christopher Pearce Cranch | 14 Views added 3 years ago
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When the heavens with stars are gleaming
Like a diadem of light,
And the moon’s pale rays are streaming,
Decking earth with radiance bright;
When the autumn’s winds are sighing,
O’er the hill and o’er the lea,
When the summer time is... – by Mary Weston Fordham | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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Aloofe, aloofe, and come no neare,
the dangers doe appeare;
Which if my ruine had not beene
you had not seene:
I onely lie upon this shelfe
to be a mark to all
which on the same might fall,
That none may perish but my selfe.
If in or... – by John Smith | 69 Views added 3 years ago
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I know thou art free from earth’s sordid control,
In the beautiful mansions above—
That sorrow can never be flung o’er the soul
That rests in the bosom of Love.
I know that the wing of thy spirit is furled
By the palm-shaded fountains of... – by Alice Cary | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Where white in the jungles
Lay bones of the dead,
All night the wild lioness
Howled as she fed:
The wind hot and sultry.
And scarcely awake.
Through the dust of the desert-sand
Crept like a... – by Alice Cary | 6 Views added 3 years ago
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I did love thee, Lily Lee,
As the petrel loves the sea.
As the wild bee loves the thyme,
As the poet loves his rhyme,
As the blossom loves the dew —
But the angels loved thee, too... – by Alice Cary | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Along the still cold plain o’erhead,
In pale embattled crowds.
The stars their tents of darkness spread,
And camped among the clouds;
Cinctured with shadows, like a wraith,
Night moaned along the lea;
Like the blue hungry eye of Death,
Shone... – by Alice Cary | 9 Views added 3 years ago
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Among the beautiful pictures
That hang on Memory’s wall.
Is one of a dim old forest,
That seemeth best of all:
Not for its gnarled oaks olden.
Dark with the mistletoe;
Not for the violets golden
That sprinkle the vale below.
Not for the... – by Alice Cary | 81 Views added 3 years ago
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I sit in my sorrow a-weary, alone;
I have nothing sweet to hope or remember,
For the spring o’ th’ year and of life has flown;
’Tis the wildest night o’ the wild December,
And dark in my spirit and dark in my... – by Alice Cary | 4 Views added 3 years ago
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‘Be not among wine-bibbers; among riotous eaters of
flesh; for the drunkard and the glutton shall come to
poverty; and drowsiness shall clothe a man with rags.’
Proverbs, 23: 20,... – by Alice Cary | 3 Views added 3 years ago
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Have you been in our wild west country? then
You have often had to pass
Its cabins lying like birds’ nests in
The wild green prairie... – by Alice Cary | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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Shorter and shorter now the twilight clips
The days, as though the sunset gates they crowd,
And Summer from her golden collar slips
And strays through stubble-fields, and moans... – by Alice Cary | 84 Views added 3 years ago
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I am weary of the working,
Weary of the long day’s heat;
To thy comfortable bosom,
Wilt thou take me, spirit... – by Alice Cary | 75 Views added 3 years ago
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“A bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.”
At the dead of night by the side of the Sea
I met my gray-haired enemy,—
The glittering light of his serpent eye
Was all I had to see him... – by Alice Cary | 42 Views added 3 years ago
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There is music, deep and solemn
Floating through the vaulted arch
When, in many an angry column,
Clouds take up their stormy march:
O’er the ocean billows, heaping
Mountains on the sloping sands,
There are ever wildly sweeping
... – by Alice Cary | 106 Views added 3 years ago
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Where dwells the Drama's spirit? not alone
Beneath the palace roof, beside the throne,
In learning's cloisters, friendship's festal bowers,
Art's pictured halls, or triumph's laurel'd towers,
Where'er man's pulses beat or passions play,
She joys to... – by Fitz-Greene Halleck | 5 Views added 3 years ago
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To Susan B. Anthony
on her eightieth birthday
February 15, 1900
... – by Elizabeth Cady Stanton | 34 Views added 3 years ago
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Once I freed myself of my duties to tasks and people and went down to the cleansing sea...
The air was like wine to my spirit,
The sky bathed my eyes with infinity,
The sun followed me, casting golden snares on the... – by James Oppenheim | 114 Views added 3 years ago
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In a dark hour, tasting the... – by James Oppenheim | 11 Views added 3 years ago
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Yea, there are as many stars under the Earth as over the Earth...
Plenty of room to roll around in has our planet...
And I, at the edge of the porch,
Hearing the crickets shrill in the star-thick armies of... – by James Oppenheim | 8 Views added 3 years ago
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