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John Fletcher Poems

  • The Dead Host's Welcome
    It is late and cold; stir up the fire;
    Sit close, and draw the table nigher;
    Be merry, and drink wine that's old,
    A hearty medicine 'gainst a cold: ...
  • Love's Emblems
    NOW the lusty spring is seen;
       Golden yellow, gaudy blue,
       Daintily invite the view:
    Everywhere on every green ...
  • Hence, All You Vain Delights From The Nice Valour
    Hence, all you vain delights,
    As short as are the nights
    Wherein you spend your folly:
    There's nought in this life sweet, ...
  • Hear, Ye Ladies
    HEAR, ye ladies that despise
       What the mighty Love has done;
    Fear examples and be wise:
       Fair Callisto was a nun; ...
  • Aspatia's Song
    LAY a garland on my herse
       Of the dismal yew;
    Maidens, willow branches bear;
       Say, I died true. ...
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I Love You 11 Love 11 Sweet 11 Spring 7 Bring 5 God 5 Short 5 Young 5 Away 5 Never 5

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Montez_radio: 3/23 7:30pm, comte des cierges stars jim fletcher, anthony delfi, emily davis, sophie becker, gordon landenberger, lluca huatuco, timothy allan, john ayala, nile harris, & pamela mondezie. produced in collab w/ the working theater & presented in partnership with the kitchen.
Davidcranmerun1: camp leach. camp american university became the birthplace of the united states' chemical weapons program and the site of chemical weapons testing. john fletcher hurst (august 17, 1834 – may 4, 1903) was an american bishop in the methodist episcopal church and the first
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How happy I was if I could forget
 by Emily Dickinson


How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
Would be an easy adversity
But the recollecting of Bloom

Keeps making November difficult

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