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Anonymous Poems

  • Twa Corbies
    As I was walking all alane
    I heard twa corbies making a mane;
    The tane unto the t'other say,
    "Where sall we gang and dine to-day?" ...
  • Midnight Special
    If you evah go to Houston,
    You better walk right;
    You better not gamble
    And you better not fight. ...
  • The Wakening, John Attye's First Book Of Airs
    ON a time the amorous Silvy
    Said to her shepherd, 'Sweet, how do ye?
    Kiss me this once and then God be with ye,
       My sweetest dear! ...
  • Old English Riddle
    My dress is silent when I tread the ground
    Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
    Sometimes my trappings and the lofty air
    Raise me above the dwelling-place of men, ...
  • Lord Randall
    "Oh where ha'e ye been, Lord Randall, my son!
    And where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man!"
    "I ha'e been to the wild wood: mother, make my bed soon,
    For I'm wearied wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." ...
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Dfriedman33: $600,000 in anonymous donations to spend however she wants to "counter the left" in culture and ginni thomas' best idea (that we know of) is a brainstorming session at an equestrian resort and spa in virginia horse country.
Dpakman: super strong message from a great advertiser who has asked to remain anonymous and doesn't even want credit for doing what they believe is right.
Adhib: professional standards have collapsed to the point this teacher has to be anonymous.
Dehoutman_id: intelligence is easy to spot and measure and hence everyone chases it. wisdom is what you don't see. nobody wants to be the anonymous genius, most people cannot eschew the fame trap which leads to mediocrity.
Interneth0f: oh my god
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem
Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.)
 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,
Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,
Wearing again the garments of the flesh,
So, upon that celestial chariot,
A hundred rose
ad vocem tanti senis
,
Ministers and messengers of life eternal.
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