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Ann Taylor Poems

  • The Cut
    Well, what's the matter? there's a face
    What ! has it cut a vein?
    And is it quite a shocking place?
    Come, let us look again. ...
  • The Spider
    'OH, look at that great ugly spider!' said Ann;
    And screaming, she brush'd it away with her fan;
    ''Tis a frightful black creature as ever can be,
    I wish that it would not come crawling on me. ' ...
  • Deaf Martha
    Poor Martha is old, and her hair is turn'd grey,
    And her hearing has left her for many a year;
    Ten to one if she knows what it is that you say,
    Though she puts her poor wither'd hand close to her ear. ...
  • Little Girls Must Not Fret
    WHAT is it that makes little Emily cry?
    Come then, let mamma wipe the tear from her eye:
    Thereâ??lay down your head on my bosomâ??that's right,
    And now tell mamma what's the matter to-night. ...
  • Sophia-s Fool-s-cap
    SOPHIA was a little child,
    Obliging, good, and very mild,
    Yet lest of dress she should be vain,
    Mamma still dress'd her well, but plain. ...
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Linus Ichemeta : i am so happy interested in your poems especially this title "my mother" i pray for more grace upon you

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Le Poison (The Poison)
 by Charles Baudelaire

Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.

L'opium agrandit ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
Allonge l'illimité,
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