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Interim

The room is full of you!-As I came in
And closed the door behind me, all at once
A something in the air, intangible,
Yet stiff with meaning, struck my senses sick!-
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Cosmopolitan

While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
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Siya Mulge

Siya Mulge
Low-tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Machineel In A Cassock

The guiltless shepherd
is a collared machineel in a cassock
He bears pretty tasty apples
That accord him innocent and benovelent looks
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
God Neither Known Nor Loved By The World

Ye linnets, let us try, beneath this grove,
Which shall be loudest in our Maker's praise!
In quest of some forlorn retreat I rove,
For all the world is blind, and wanders from his ways.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
A Winter Night

When biting Boreas, fell and doure,
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phœbus gies a short-liv'd glow'r,
Far south the lift,
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Why We Fight

This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bentâ??
A carrier of the sick and maimedâ??
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
In The Bayou

Lazy and slow, through the snags and trees
Move the sluggish currents, half asleep;
Around and between the cypress knees,
Like black, slow snakes the dark tides creep-
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
The Corn Song

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Jobson's Amen

"Blessed be the English and all their ways and works.
Cursed be the Infidels, Hereticks, and Turks!"
"Amen," quo' Jobson, "but where I used to lie
Was neither Candle, Bell nor Book to curse my brethren by,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
How Cruel Are The Parents

HOW cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice!
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Anchor Song

Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah, heave her short again!
Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the pawl.
Loose all sail, and brace your yards aback and full-
Ready jib to pay her off and heave short all!
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Norman Boy

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Farewell Lines

"Hign bliss is only for a higher state,"
But, surely, if severe afflictions borne
With patience merit the reward of peace,
Peace ye deserve; and may the solid good,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Her Silent Confession

I can feel her
Showering her love

To me
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àåvãśh Bāśñéť

àåvãśh Bāśñéť
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Grace Darling

Among the dwellers in the silent fields
The natural heart is touched, and public way
And crowded street resound with ballad strains,
Inspired by one whose very name bespeaks
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Bundle Of Joy

Fruits of labor come in hand
With vast treasures across the land
It commence in a story
Full of joy work hand in hand
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Jenny Aduana-doinog

Jenny Aduana-doinog
There Was A Boy

There was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander! many a time,
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Moonset

But see! . . . the body does not sink;
It rides upon the tide
(A starbeam on the dagger's haft),
With staring eyes and wide . . .
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Battle Cry Of Freedom (southern Version)

Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
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Anonymous Americas
Diamond Or Coal

A diamond or a coal?
A diamond, if you please:
Who cares about a clumsy coal
Beneath the summer trees?
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
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John Clare

John Clare
Success

You ask me what I call Success-
It is, I wonder, Happiness?

It is not wealth, it is not fame,
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Langueur [english]

I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,-the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
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Sir Samuel Ferguson

Sir Samuel Ferguson
A School Song

Prelude to "Stalky & Co."


"Let us now praise famous men"--
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Auguries Of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.
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William Blake

William Blake
Excelsior

The shades of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device-
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Prayer Of A Soldier In France

My shoulders ache beneath my pack
(Lie easier, Cross, upon His back).

I march with feet that burn and smart
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Joyce Kilmer

Joyce Kilmer
" Enslaved "

The lashes stained deep beneath his melanin, tears incubates, but pours without. Led by chains for he was manly built, intimidating appearance, on his face there weren't a grin.

The ships came in minutes they were filled, off to the North with gracious wind, many die of hunger, some from lashes, thrown overboard big creatures feasted.

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Mark Burrell

Mark Burrell
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Desire To Paint

Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.
I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I saw her.
She is beautiful, and more than beautiful: she is overpowering. The colour black preponderates in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound.
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and gleams; her glance illuminates like a ray of light; it is an explosion in the darkness.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
My Namesake

Addressed to Francis Greenleaf Allison of Burlington, New Jersey.

You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Children Of Conflict-torn Nation

Children of Conflict Torn Nation

Each child of this sealed country,
Dedicated to the ruined walls,
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Leda

Where the slow river
meets the tide,
a red swan lifts red wings
and darker beak,
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Hilda Doolittle
Life Is A Circus

A young lad blossoms from a petal,
Many challenges to come and yet to settle.
Here begins life's crazy circus,
To be happy but yet sometimes serious.
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Priyadarshini Goel

Priyadarshini Goel
The Trail Of Ninety-eight

Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
Gold! We wheeled in the furrow, fired with the faith of fools.
Fearless, unfound, unfitted, far from the night and the cold,
Heard we the clarion summons, followed the master-lure-Gold!
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Robert Service

Robert Service
One Struggle More, And I Am Free

One struggle more, and I am free
From pangs that rend my heart in twain;
One last long sigh to love and thee,
Then back to busy life again.
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George Gordon Byron
The New Wall And The New Colossus.

LAZARUS! In silence you lie
Beneath the dust of ancient scrolls,
Whilst your art ; The mother of exiles
Dines in the womb of time demarcated.
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Dauda Tholley

Dauda Tholley
Virginity

My mother she had children five and four are dead and gone;
While I, least worthy to survive, persist in living on.
She looks at me, I must confess, sometimes with spite and bitterness.

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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Scarecrow

All winter through I bow my head
beneath the driving rain;
the North Wind powders me with snow
and blows me black again;
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Walter De La Mare
The Female Exile

Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
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Charlotte Smith
The Divine Comedy By Dante: The Vision Of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto Xix

Woe to thee, Simon Magus! woe to you,
His wretched followers! who the things of God,
Which should be wedded unto goodness, them,
Rapacious as ye are, do prostitute
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Dante Alighieri
Chinar In Tears

CHINAR IN TEARS

An old but elegant Chinar tree
Wonderfully red in autumn
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Buried Love

I shall bury my weary Love
Beneath a tree,
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see.
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Sara Teasdale
Summer

Come we to the summer, to the summer we will come,
For the woods are full of bluebells and the hedges full of bloom,
And the crow is on the oak a-building of her nest,
And love is burning diamonds in my true lover's breast;
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John Clare

John Clare
Adventure

Out of the wood my White Knight came:
His eyes were bright with a bitter flame,
As I clung to his stirrup leather;
For I was only a dreaming lad,
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Birds In Summer

How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree;
In the leafy trees so broad and tall,
Like a green and beautiful palace hall,
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Mary Howitt

Mary Howitt