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Just Be You

Life is too short
Too short to be sad
Too short to rely on others approval
If they can't see it
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Eddah Ayuma

Eddah Ayuma
I Am Strong After All

Am in a realm I can't escape.
Having so many night mares am even afraid to sleep.
Have to wait for that superstitious time to pass.
It's perfect. Then i can sleep in and pretend am lazy and let everyone misjudge me.
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Purplestone Corner

Purplestone Corner
A Secret Gratitude

1
She cleaned house, and then lay down long
On the long stair.

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James Arlington Wright
Hyperion: Book I

Deep in the shady sadness of a vale
Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn,
Far from the fiery noon, and eve's one star,
Sat gray-hair'd Saturn, quiet as a stone,
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John Keats

John Keats
Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad

On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by Neptune's might;
The one Abydos, the other Sestos hight.
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Christopher Marlowe

Christopher Marlowe
To Have Done Nothing

No that is not it
nothing that I have done
nothing
I have done
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William Carlos Williams
The Nightingale

A Conversation Poem, April, 1798

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Progress Of Error.

Si quid loquar audiendam.--Hor. Lib. iv. Od. 2.



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William Cowper

William Cowper
The Song Of The Widow

In the beginning life was good to me;
it held me warm and gave me courage.
That this is granted all while in their youth,
how could I then have known of this.
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Rainer Maria Rilke
Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign

Let the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
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Charles Wesley

Charles Wesley
Go Greyhound

A few hours after Des Moines
the toilet overflowed.
This wasn't the adventure it sounds.

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Bob Hicok
Bel Canto

The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,
And salty light reveals the Mayan School.
The Irish hope their names are on the harp,
We see the sheep's advertisement for wool,
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Kenneth Koch
The Odyssey: Book 1

Tell me, o muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide
after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit,
and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was
acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save
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Homer
Proem.

I only knew one poet in my life.
รข?? BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
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Robert Crawford
The Dream

I

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
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George Gordon Byron
The Three Voices

The First Voice

He trilled a carol fresh and free,
He laughed aloud for very glee:
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Lewis Carroll

Lewis Carroll
As A Strong Bird On Pinious Free

AS a strong bird on pinions free,
Joyous, the amplest spaces heavenward cleaving,
Such be the thought I'd think to-day of thee, America,
Such be the recitative I'd bring to-day for thee.
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
The Animals That Noah Forgot: Foreward

The big white English swan, escaped from captivity, found himself swimming in an Australian waterhole fringed with giant gum trees. In one of the lower forks of a gum tree sat a placid ound-eyed elderly gentleman apparently thinking of nothing whatever, in other words, a native bear.

"Excuse me, sir," said the swan, "can you tell me where I am?"

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Banjo Paterson (andrew Barton)
Poems - The New Edition - Preface

In two small volumes of Poems, published anonymously, one in 1849, the other in 1852, many of the Poems which compose the present volume have already appeared. The rest are now published for the first time.

I have, in the present collection, omitted the Poem from which the volume published in 1852 took its title. I have done so, not because the subject of it was a Sicilian Greek born between two and three thousand years ago, although many persons would think this a sufficient reason. Neither have I done so because I had, in my own opinion, failed in the delineation which I intended to effect. I intended to delineate the feelings of one of the last of the Greek religious philosophers, one of the family of Orpheus and Musaeus, having survived his fellows, living on into a time when the habits of Greek thought and feeling had begun fast to change, character to dwindle, the influence of the Sophists to prevail. Into the feelings of a man so situated there entered much that we are accustomed to consider as exclusively modern; how much, the fragments of Empedocles himself which remain to us are sufficient at least to indicate. What those who are familiar only with the great monuments of early Greek genius suppose to be its exclusive characteristics, have disappeared; the calm, the cheerfulness, the disinterested objectivity have disappeared: the dialogue of the mind with itself has commenced; modern problems have presented themselves; we hear already the doubts, we witness the discouragement, of Hamlet and of Faust.

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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
Endymion: Book Ii

O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
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John Keats

John Keats
The Odyssey: Book 01

Tell me, o muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide
after he had sacked the famous town of Troy. Many cities did he visit,
and many were the nations with whose manners and customs he was
acquainted; moreover he suffered much by sea while trying to save
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Homer
The Cremona Violin: Part 02

Herr Concert-Meister Altgelt played,
And the four strings of his violin
Were spinning like bees on a day in Spring.
The notes rose into the wide sun-mote
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Amy Lowell

Amy Lowell
The Dream

I

Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world,
A boundary between the things misnamed
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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
The Wind Is A Lady With

the wind is a Lady with
bright slender eyes(who

moves)at sunset
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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings
The Vision Of The Maid Of Orleans: The Third Book

The Maiden, musing on the Warrior's words,
Turn'd from the Hall of Glory. Now they reach'd
A cavern, at whose mouth a Genius stood,
In front a beardless youth, whose smiling eye
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Robert Southey

Robert Southey
These, I, Singing In Spring

These, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers,
(For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and joy?
And who but I should be the poet of comrades?)
Collecting, I traverse the garden, the world-but soon I pass the gates,
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Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman
One President

'What are those, father?' 'Statesmen, my child
Lacrymose, unparliamentary, wild.'

'What are they that way for, father?' 'Last fall,
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Ambrose Bierce
My Centenarian

A hundred years is a lot of living
I've often thought. and I'll know, maybe,
Some day if the gods are good in giving,
And grant me to turn the century.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Comedian As The Letter C: 05 - A Nice Shady Home

Crispin as hermit, pure and capable,
Dwelt in the land. Perhaps if discontent
Had kept him still the pricking realist,
Choosing his element from droll confect
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Wallace Stevens
This Living Hand

This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights
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John Keats

John Keats
The White Lilies

As a man and woman make
a garden between them like
a bed of stars, here
they linger in the summer evening
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Louise Gluck

Louise Gluck
When Old Wounds Bleed Again

When old wounds bleed again
In the silence of the night,
And mixt with sweet delight
Wells up the stream of pain,
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Robert Laurence Binyon
Westward

I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Death Of Adam

Cedars, that high upon the untrodden slopes
Of Lebanon stretch out their stubborn arms,
Through all the tempests of seven hundred years
Fast in their ancient place, where they look down
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Robert Laurence Binyon
The Renewal

No more of sorrow, the world's old distress,
Nor war of thronging spirits numberless,
Immortal ardours in brief days confined,
No more the languid fever of mankind
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Robert Laurence Binyon
Variations Of An Air

Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
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G. K. Chesterton

G. K. Chesterton
The Jacquerie: A Fragment: Chapter Iv

Lord Raoul drew rein with all his company,
And urged his horse i' the crowd, to gain fair view
Of him that spoke, and stopped at last, and sat
Still, underneath where Gris Grillon was laid,
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Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier
Sir John Oldcastle, Lord Cobham

My friend should meet me somewhere hereabout
To take me to that hiding in the hills.

I have broke their cage, no gilded one, I trow--
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Eureka - A Prose Poem (an Essay On The Material And Spiritual Universe)

It is with humility really unassumed, it is with a sentiment even of awe, that I pen the opening sentence of this work: for of all conceivable subjects I approach the reader with the most solemn, the most comprehensive, the most difficult, the most august.

What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity -- sufficiently sublime in their simplicity, for the mere enunciation of my theme?

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Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe
Solomon On The Vanity Of The World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book Iii.

The Argument
Solomon considers man through the several stages and conditions of life, and concludes, in general, that we are all miserable. He reflects more particularly upon the trouble and uncertainty of greatness and power; gives some instances thereof from Adam down to himself; and still concludes that All Is Vanity. He reasons again upon life, death, and a future being; finds human wisdom too imperfect to resolve his doubts; has recourse to religion; is informed by an angel what shall happen to himself, his family, and his kingdom, till the redemption of Israel; and, upon the whole, resolves to submit his inquiries and anxieties to the will of his Creator.

Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
The Terrible People

People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
I dont' mind their having a lot of money, and I don't care how they employ it,
But I do think that they damn well ought to admit they enjoy it.
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Ogden Nash
Hymn Vii: Let The Beasts Their Breath Resign

Let the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
Who their God can never know,
Let their spirit downward go.
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John Wesley
The Prelude - Book Fourteenth

CONCLUSION

In one of those excursions (may they ne'er
Fade from remembrance!) through the Northern tracts
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Prelude - Book Ninth

RESIDENCE IN FRANCE

Even as a river, partly (it might seem)
Yielding to old remembrances, and swayed
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Excursion - Book Ninth - Discourse Of The Wanderer, And An Evening Visit To The Lake

"To every Form of being is assigned,"
Thus calmly spake the venerable Sage,
"An 'active' Principle: howe'er removed
From sense and observation, it subsists
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
English Writers On America - Prose

Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation, rousting herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle, mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her endazzled eyes at the full mid-day beam.
- MILTON ON THE LIBERTY OF THE PRESS.


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Washington Irving
Rural Life In England - Prose

Oh! friendly to the best pursuits of man,
Friendly to thought, to virtue and to peace,
Domestic life in rural pleasures past!
- COWPER.
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Washington Irving
Philip Of Pokanoket - An Indian Memoir - Prose

As monumental bronze unchanged his look:
A soul that pity touch'd, but never shook;
Train'd from his tree-rock'd cradle to his bier,
The fierce extremes of good and ill to brook
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Washington Irving
Psychological Warfare

This above all remember: they will be very brave men,
And you will be facing them. You must not despise them.

I am, as you know, like all true professional soldiers,
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Henry Reed
The Tower Of The Dream

Part I
HOW wonderful are dreams! If they but be
As some have said, the thin disjoining shades
Of thoughts or feelings, long foregone or late,
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Charles Harpur