CENTURY POEMS
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Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe The Twentieth Century Black Angel Gabriel?
Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe the black twentieth century Angel Gabriel?
news of the birth of Zimbabwe,
was brought by Mugabe Gabriel,
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Francis Ngwenya
Was Robert Gabriel Mugabe the black twentieth century Angel Gabriel?
news of the birth of Zimbabwe,
was brought by Mugabe Gabriel,
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Francis Ngwenya
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
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
Short Speech To My Friends
A political art, let it be
tenderness, low strings the fingers
touch, or the width of autumn
climbing wider avenues, among the virtue
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Amiri Baraka
A political art, let it be
tenderness, low strings the fingers
touch, or the width of autumn
climbing wider avenues, among the virtue
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Amiri Baraka
A Walk After Dark
A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is
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W. H. Auden
A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is
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W. H. Auden
A Little Song
When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
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Amy Lowell
When you, my Dear, are away, away,
How wearily goes the creeping day.
A year drags after morning, and night
Starts another year of candle light.
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Amy Lowell
Letter To My Wife
11-11-1933
Bursa Prison
My one and only!
Your last letter says:
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Nazim Hikmet
11-11-1933
Bursa Prison
My one and only!
Your last letter says:
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Nazim Hikmet
Out Of The East
When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Annuitant
Oh I am neither rich nor poor,
No worker I dispoil;
Yet I am glad to be secure
From servitude and toil.
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Robert Service
Oh I am neither rich nor poor,
No worker I dispoil;
Yet I am glad to be secure
From servitude and toil.
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Robert Service
A Lady
You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
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Amy Lowell
You are beautiful and faded
Like an old opera tune
Played upon a harpsichord;
Or like the sun-flooded silks
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Amy Lowell
Reincarnation
Seemingly too impossible
Yet,as day after night,inevitable
As the sun walked past the valley of the dead
We ,the long gone, stood in awe at the mark of a new century
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Fatsani Chione
Seemingly too impossible
Yet,as day after night,inevitable
As the sun walked past the valley of the dead
We ,the long gone, stood in awe at the mark of a new century
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Fatsani Chione
Victory
I.
Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
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Alfred Noyes
I.
Before those golden altar-lights we stood,
Each one of us remembering his own dead.
A more than earthly beauty seemed to brood
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Alfred Noyes
The Hundredth Year
Not that I'd quarrel with the way
They celebrates their hundredth year
In town (said old Pete Parraday),
But that don't suit us bush blokes here.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Not that I'd quarrel with the way
They celebrates their hundredth year
In town (said old Pete Parraday),
But that don't suit us bush blokes here.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Meru
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a mle, under the semblance of peace
By manifold illusion; but man's life is thought,
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease
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William Butler Yeats
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a mle, under the semblance of peace
By manifold illusion; but man's life is thought,
And he, despite his terror, cannot cease
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William Butler Yeats
Blood And The Moon
I
Blessed be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
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William Butler Yeats
I
Blessed be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
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William Butler Yeats
Humanitad
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde
Funny-to Be A Century
345
Funnyâ??to be a Centuryâ??
And see the Peopleâ??going byâ??
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Emily Dickinson
345
Funnyâ??to be a Centuryâ??
And see the Peopleâ??going byâ??
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Emily Dickinson
Remorse
That scathing word I used in scorn
(Though half a century ago)
Comes back to me this April morn,
Like boomerang to work me woe;
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Robert Service
That scathing word I used in scorn
(Though half a century ago)
Comes back to me this April morn,
Like boomerang to work me woe;
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Robert Service
The Ballad Of The White Horse: 01 - Dedication
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
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G. K. Chesterton
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night-
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
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G. K. Chesterton
A Forest Hymn
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
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William Cullen Bryant
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
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William Cullen Bryant
Gone
Upon time's surging, billowy sea
A ship now slowly disappears,
With freight no human eye can see,
But weighing just one hundred years.
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Nannie R. Glass
Upon time's surging, billowy sea
A ship now slowly disappears,
With freight no human eye can see,
But weighing just one hundred years.
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Nannie R. Glass
Penance
My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
The peace of death.
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John Mccrae
My lover died a century ago,
Her dear heart stricken by my sland'rous breath,
Wherefore the Gods forbade that I should know
The peace of death.
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John Mccrae
Marriage
Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
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Gregory Corso
Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
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Gregory Corso
Columbus
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
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Ogden Nash
Once upon a time there was an Italian,
And some people thought he was a rapscallion,
But he wasn't offended,
Because other people thought he was splendid,
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Ogden Nash
The Wrathful
O pupils of Gaza . .
Teach us . . .
A little of what you have
For we have forgotten . . .
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Nizar Qabbani
O pupils of Gaza . .
Teach us . . .
A little of what you have
For we have forgotten . . .
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Nizar Qabbani
Burns
MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mineâ??
And Art may well be spared with such alloy
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Charles Harpur
MY OWN WILD BURNS! these rude-wrought rhymes of thine
In golden worth are like the unshapely coin
Of some new realm, yet pure as from the mineâ??
And Art may well be spared with such alloy
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Charles Harpur
Captain Craig
I
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
I
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town
Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
California Prodigal
FOR DAVID P?B
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
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Maya Angelou
FOR DAVID P?B
The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
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Maya Angelou
Change And Continuity Over Time
Over the period of time,
Change and continuity evolved,
We often says that the time changed but ,
It is the notion & attitude of people that really differed.
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Norbu Dorji
Over the period of time,
Change and continuity evolved,
We often says that the time changed but ,
It is the notion & attitude of people that really differed.
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Norbu Dorji
Arms And The Man. - Prologue.
Full-burnished through the long-revolving years
The ploughshare of a Century to-day
Runs peaceful furrows where a crop of Spears
Once stood in War's array.
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James Barron Hope
Full-burnished through the long-revolving years
The ploughshare of a Century to-day
Runs peaceful furrows where a crop of Spears
Once stood in War's array.
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James Barron Hope
After Fifty Years
A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO HER FAMILY ON HER GOLDEN-WEDDING DAY.
Just fifty years, my daughters,
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Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
A MOTHER'S ADDRESS TO HER FAMILY ON HER GOLDEN-WEDDING DAY.
Just fifty years, my daughters,
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Pamela S. Vining, (j. C. Yule)
Old Pete Parraday
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;
But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.
He measures it and mumbles it until an answer comes,
Just as he mumbles bits and scraps between his toothless gums.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Old Pete Paraday, his mind works very slow;
But, when it fastens on a thoughts, he will not let it go.
He measures it and mumbles it until an answer comes,
Just as he mumbles bits and scraps between his toothless gums.
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Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
My Lady
You were the most important woman in my history
before the leaving of this year
you're now.the most impoertant woman
after the birth of this year
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Nizar Qabbani
You were the most important woman in my history
before the leaving of this year
you're now.the most impoertant woman
after the birth of this year
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Nizar Qabbani
Verses On Games
Here is a horse to tame
Here is a gun to handle
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
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Rudyard Kipling
Here is a horse to tame
Here is a gun to handle
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
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Rudyard Kipling
America, America!
I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it,
the lights, the stars, and the bridges
I am also by self-appointment the laureate of the Atlantic
-of the peoples' hearts, crossing it
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Delmore Schwartz
I am a poet of the Hudson River and the heights above it,
the lights, the stars, and the bridges
I am also by self-appointment the laureate of the Atlantic
-of the peoples' hearts, crossing it
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Delmore Schwartz
The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb
880
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
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Emily Dickinson
880
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
What merit have the Tune
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Emily Dickinson
Sword Blades And Poppy Seed
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind which blew the puddles dry,
And slapped the river into waves
That ran and hid among the staves
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Amy Lowell
A drifting, April, twilight sky,
A wind which blew the puddles dry,
And slapped the river into waves
That ran and hid among the staves
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Amy Lowell
The Long Race
Up the old hill to the old house again
Where fifty years ago the friend was young
Who should be waiting somewhere there among
Old things that least remembered most remain,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Up the old hill to the old house again
Where fifty years ago the friend was young
Who should be waiting somewhere there among
Old things that least remembered most remain,
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
Beechwood
Hear me, O beeches! You
That have with ageless anguish slowly risen
From earth's still secret prison
Into the ampler prison of aery blue.
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John Freeman
Hear me, O beeches! You
That have with ageless anguish slowly risen
From earth's still secret prison
Into the ampler prison of aery blue.
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John Freeman
An Epistle
From Joshua Ibn Vives of Allorqui to his Former Master, Solomon
Levi-Paul, de Santa-Maria, Bishop of Cartegna Chancellor of
Castile, and Privy Councillor to King Henry III. of Spain.
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Emma Lazarus
From Joshua Ibn Vives of Allorqui to his Former Master, Solomon
Levi-Paul, de Santa-Maria, Bishop of Cartegna Chancellor of
Castile, and Privy Councillor to King Henry III. of Spain.
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Emma Lazarus
The Victory Of Patience
Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror!
What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state,
Nor token, to betray where thou dost wait.
All Nature stands, for thee, ambassador;
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Helen Hunt Jackson
Armed of the gods! Divinest conqueror!
What soundless hosts are thine! Nor pomp, nor state,
Nor token, to betray where thou dost wait.
All Nature stands, for thee, ambassador;
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Helen Hunt Jackson
England
ENGLAND, England, England,
Girdled by ocean and skies,
And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
And a hope that never dies.
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William Wilfred Campbell
ENGLAND, England, England,
Girdled by ocean and skies,
And the power of a world, and the heart of a race,
And a hope that never dies.
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William Wilfred Campbell
The Better Day
Harsh thoughts, blind angers, and fierce hands,
That keep this restless world at strife,
Mean passions that, like choking sands,
Perplex the stream of life,
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Archibald Lampman
Harsh thoughts, blind angers, and fierce hands,
That keep this restless world at strife,
Mean passions that, like choking sands,
Perplex the stream of life,
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Archibald Lampman
Zone
At last you're tired of this elderly world
Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating
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Guillaume Apollinaire
At last you're tired of this elderly world
Shepherdess O Eiffel Tower this morning the bridges are bleating
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Guillaume Apollinaire
Ode To Salvador Dali
A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.
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Federico Garcàa Lorca
A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.
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Federico Garcàa Lorca
Welcome To The Nations
PHILADELPHIA, JULY 4, 1876
BRIGHT on the banners of lily and rose
Lo! the last sun of our century sets!
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
PHILADELPHIA, JULY 4, 1876
BRIGHT on the banners of lily and rose
Lo! the last sun of our century sets!
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet Xxi
To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow,
And ancient freedom of ancestral type,
And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow,
And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe!
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
To Switzerland, the land of lakes and snow,
And ancient freedom of ancestral type,
And modern innkeepers, who cringe and bow,
And venal echoes, and Pans paid to pipe!
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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Science
Man, introverted man, having crossed
In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter
century
Has begot giants; but being taken up
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Robinson Jeffers
Man, introverted man, having crossed
In passage and but a little with the nature of things this latter
century
Has begot giants; but being taken up
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Robinson Jeffers
Sonnet 14
Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,
Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strain
Falls like faint memories of far-off times!
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Henry Timrod
Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,
Indeed the product of my heart and brain?
How strange that on my ear the rhythmic strain
Falls like faint memories of far-off times!
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Henry Timrod