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Years I had been from home,
And now, before the door
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
A Servant To Servants

I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Reconstruction

So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year
It will pay me all my money back -- of course!
But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,
And I reckon I'll be something like the horse.
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Banjo Paterson
A Little Bread'a Crust'a Crumb

159

A little bread-a crust-a crumb-
A little trust-a demijohn-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Do Not Shed A Tear

DO NOT SHED A TEAR

I shall fight alone, all alone--
The battle against my Satan,
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
To A Bird At Dawn

O bird that somewhere yonder sings,
In the dim hour 'twixt dreams and dawn,
Lone in the hush of sleeping things,
In some sky sanctuary withdrawn;
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Richard Le Gallienne
A Rainy Day

Oh, what a blessed interval
A rainy day may be!
No lightning flash nor tempest roar,
But one incessant, steady pour
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Hattie Howard
Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
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Nazim Hikmet
Departmental

An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
Of many times his size.
He showed not the least surprise.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
A Railroad Eclogue

Father: What brought thee back, lad?

Son: Father! the same feet
As took me brought me back, I warrant ye.
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Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor
My Life

None of your business
Something of my business
My life changes like seasons
And I don’t need your opinions,
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Fihaal

Fihaal
The Working Monarch

Rising early in the morning,
We proceed to light the fire,
Then our Majesty adorning
In its work-a-day attire,
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William Schwenck Gilbert
Letter To Maria Gisborne

The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Summer

Winter is cold-hearted,
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weathercock
Blown every way:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Parliament Hill Fields

ale as china
The round sky goes on minding its business.
Your absence is inconspicuous;
Nobody can tell what I lack.
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Sylvia Plath
Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Died Of Wounds

His wet white face and miserable eyes
Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:
But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell
His troubled voice: he did the business well.
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Siegfried Sassoon

Siegfried Sassoon
A Modest Request

Complied With After The Dinner At President Everett's Inauguration

Scene, - a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane, - in short, no matter where;
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Italian In England

That second time they hunted me
From hill to plain, from shore to sea,
And Austria, hounding far and wide
Her blood-hounds through the countryside,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
To Think Of Time

To think of time, of all that retrospection!
To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward!

Have you guess'd you yourself would not continue?
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Er Commercio Libbero (the Free Trade)

Be'? So' pputtana, venno la mi' pelle:
Fo la miggnotta, si, sto ar cancelletto:
Lo pijo in quello largo e in quello stretto:
C'è gnent'antro da dì? Che cose belle!
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Giuseppe Gioacchino Belli
A Song Of Winter Weather

It isn't the foe that we fear;
It isn't the bullets that whine;
It isn't the business career
Of a shell, or the bust of a mine;
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Died Of Wounds

His wet, white face and miserable eyes
Brought nurses to him more than groans and sighs:
But hoarse and low and rapid rose and fell
His troubled voice: he did the business well.
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Siegfried Loraine Sassoon
Youth And Art

1 It once might have been, once only:
2 We lodged in a street together,
3 You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,
4 I, a lone she-bird of his feather.
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Goodbye To Tolerance

Genial poets, pink-faced
earnest witsâ??
you have given the world
some choice morsels,
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Denise Levertov
Dad

When I was a kid,
Smiles filled my face,
Even with porridge for lunch,
I still felt comforted,
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Brian Dredan

Brian Dredan
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

A Child's Story

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Vanishing Red

He is said to have been the last Red man
In Acton. And the Miller is said to have laughed-
If you like to call such a sound a laugh.
But he gave no one else a laugher's license.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
An Octopus

of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,
it lies “in grandeur and in mass”
beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;
dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly defined
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Marianne Moore

Marianne Moore
Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Eton College

Ye distant spires, ye antique towers,
That crown the watery glade,
Where grateful Science still adores
Her Henry's holy shade;
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Thomas Gray

Thomas Gray
Man

Weighing the steadfastness and state
Of some mean things which here below reside,
Where birds like watchful clocks the noiseless date
And intercourse of times divide;
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Henry Vaughan
Why Was Cupid A Boy

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
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William Blake

William Blake
Good-bye, And Keep Cold

This saying good-bye on the edge of the dark
And cold to an orchard so young in the bark
Reminds me of all that can happen to harm
An orchard away at the end of the farm
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Chums

HUSBAND and wife for fourteen years!
And just like children now,
As fond of one another as
The day they took their vow.
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Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Albert Guest
The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:
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Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith
Mannahatta

I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!

Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient;
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
Victory

The schools marched in procession in happiness and pride,
The city bands before them, the soldiers marched beside;
Oh, starched white frocks and sashes and suits that high schools wear,
The boy scout and the boy lout and all the rest were there,
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
A Song Of Bananas (brazilian Verses)

Have you no Bananas, simple townsmen all?
"Nay, but we have them certainly.
"We buy them off the barrows, with the vegetable-marrows
"And the cabbage of our own country,
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
On The World

With a whirl of thoughts oppress'd,
I sunk from reverie to rest.
A horrid vision seized my head,
I saw the graves give up their dead!
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Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
The King Of Brentford-s Testament

The noble King of Brentford
Was old and very sick,
He summon'd his physicians
To wait upon him quick;
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William Makepeace Thackeray

William Makepeace Thackeray
Apostate Will

In days of old, when Wesley's power
Gathered new strength by every hour;
Apostate Will, just sunk in trade,
Resolved his bargain should be made;
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Thomas Chatterton
Scorn

You business men with your large desks with your stenographers and your bell-boys and your private telephones I say to you these are the four walls of your cage.
You are tame as canaries with your small bird-brains where lurks the evil worm you are fat from being over-fed you know not the lean wild sunbirds that arrow down paths of fire.
I despise you. I am too hard to pity you. I would hang you on the gallows of the Stock Exchange. I would flay you with taxes. I would burn you alive with Wall Street Journals. I wouild condemn you to an endless round of bank banquets. I deride you. I mock at you. I laugh you to scorn.

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Harry Crosby
Two-an'-six

Merry voices chatterin',
Nimble feet dem patterin',
Big an' little, faces gay,
Happy day dis market day.
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Claude Mckay
Books Written On The Road

ocean wave moving across sail crape rays
sun glimmering sea rail sunset, campfire
beach street revolutionary figures, walk
taken along the sand, somewhere between
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Hope

Hope is a word
Written deep in the heart &
Thoughts of every human being,
That makes our mentality firm.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
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. '
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Ann Taylor
Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood

The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(Wordsworth, “My Heart Leaps Up”)
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Housekeeper

I let myself in at the kitchen door.
“It's you,” she said. “I can't get up. Forgive me
Not answering your knock. I can no more
Let people in than I can keep them out.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Odyssey: Book 17

When the child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared,
Telemachus bound on his sandals and took a strong spear that suited
his hands, for he wanted to go into the city. “Old friend,” said he to
the swineherd, “I will now go to the town and show myself to my
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Homer
The Call

*O you who believe! When the call is proclaimed for the prayer on Friday, come to the remembrance of Allah and Salat and leave off business that is better for you if you don't know (Q62v9-12)*

*THE CALL*

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Paciolo Pen Saint

Paciolo Pen Saint