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Unwise Wise

Life is a mystery,
There is no clue of its exact history.
Theory once postulated by Darwin,
May go change by some Hardin.
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Dr. Nitesh Ahir

Dr. Nitesh Ahir
Ugandan Social Media Tax Duel

Late of Cancer, bill passed
Not to envy by that
Could it carry out its authorities
Multitudes as they wondered as though a bill can be opposed!
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
I Love You

I love you
like dipping bread into salt and eating
Like waking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth
.....

Nazim Hikmet
Dreadful

Someone ate the baby.
It's rather sad to say.
Someone ate the baby
So she won't be out to play.
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
In Search Of Cinderella

From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Four Charades

1

My first is no proof of my second,
Though my second's a proof of my first:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
A Sourdough Story

Hark to the Sourdough story, told at sixty below,
When the pipes are lit and we smoke and spit
Into the campfire glow.
Rugged are we and hoary, and statin' a general rule,
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
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Jane Taylor
Christmas Eve

I

Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The Three Bares

Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean
And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.
It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do
With all that bucket load of high explosive residue.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Shooting Of Dan Mcgrew

A bunch of the boys were whooping it up in the Malamute saloon;
The kid that handles the music-box was hitting a jag-time tune;
Back of the bar, in a solo game, sat Dangerous Dan McGrew,
And watching his luck was his light-o'-love, the lady that's known as Lou.
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Robert Service

Robert Service
The Maze Of Sleep

Sleep is a pathless labyrinth,
Dark to the gaze of moons and suns,
Through which the exile clue of dreams,
A gossamer thread, obscurely runs.
.....

Clark Ashton Smith
Exit Anima

“Hospes comesque corporis,
Quae nunc abitis in loca?”


.....
Bliss Carman

Bliss Carman
Song To Amarantha, That She Would Dishevel Her Hair

Amarantha sweet and fair
Ah braid no more that shining hair!
As my curious hand or eye
Hovering round thee let it fly.
.....
Richard Lovelace

Richard Lovelace
Love Is Blind

And can you tell me Love is blind
Because your faults he will not find,
Because the image that he sees
Is one of splendid mysteries?
.....

John Le Gay Brereton
Questions Of Life

A bending staff I would not break,
A feeble faith I would not shake,
Nor even rashly pluck away
The error which some truth may stay,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Someone Ate The Baby

Someone ate the baby it's rather sad to say
Someone ate the baby so she won't be out to play
We'll never hear her whiney cry or have to feel if she is dry
We'll never hear her asking why why why someone ate the baby
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Music

This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
This stream without dimension
Surrounds us, flows through us,
.....

Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
The Maze

From right to left, and to and fro,
Caught in a labyrinth you go,
And turn, and turn, and turn again,
To solve the mystery, but in vain;
.....
William Cowper

William Cowper
The Burden Of The Suns

Wherefore thy burden and thy toil, O Sun?
Borne up the steep and hollow heavens afar
Thy worlds retard thee, who wert else a star,
Swift with white speed of many a lonelier one;
.....

Clark Ashton Smith
Tortoise Shell

The Cross, the Cross
Goes deeper in than we know,
Deeper into life;
Right into the marrow
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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
The Ice-floes

Dawn from the Foretop! Dawn from the Barrel!
A scurry of feet with a roar overhead;
The master-watch wildly pointing to Northward,
Where the herd in front of The Eagle was spread!
.....
E. J. Pratt

E. J. Pratt
The Progress Of Error.

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



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William Cowper

William Cowper
En-dor

Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor. -- I Samuel, xxviii. 7


The road to En-dor is easy to tread
.....
Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Epilogue [english]

I
The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
Things And The Man

(In Memoriam, Joseph Chamberlain)

1904

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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Scenario

Had enough of the old lonesome-and-blue scenario?
Up for a shot at the old I-love-you scenario?

Man enough to leave your comfort zone
.....

Eric Torgersen
Leather Leggings

THEY have taken the ball of earth
and made it a little thing.

They were held to the land and horses;
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Carl Sandburg

Carl Sandburg
Cui Bono

1.

Why should we care for storms that rave and rend,
Safe at our household hearth?
.....

Ada Cambridge
Psalms

I
I seem to be
Sundered from Thee,
Thou Harmony of all creation.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
A Mystery

The river hemmed with leaning trees
Wound through its meadows green;
A low, blue line of mountains showed
The open pines between.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
On A Fork Of Byron's

Like any other fork.â??No mark you meet with
To point some psychological conceit with.
An ordinary fork. A fork to eat with.

.....

James Brunton Stephens
Halloween

Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
.....
Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Additions

The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's

THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she--
And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;
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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
Son-days

1

Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss,
Heaven once a week;
.....

Henry Vaughan
Gilbert

I. THE GARDEN.

ABOVE the city hung the moon,
Right o'er a plot of ground
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Charlotte Brontë
A Colour Blue

Blue, your favorite colour is blue,
I was unaware as I had no clue,
Both of us loved the colour blue,
As I saw you my dreams were coming true
.....
Gaurav Dey

Gaurav Dey
Sordello: Book The Third

And the font took them: let our laurels lie!
Braid moonfern now with mystic trifoly
Because once more Goito gets, once more,
Sordello to itself! A dream is o'er,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Spring Song

Make me over, mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey

Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
The Idols

An Ode
Luce intellettual, piena d' amore


.....

Robert Laurence Binyon
On Donne's Poetry

With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.
.....
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My Cocoon Tightens'colors Tease'

1099

My Cocoon tightens-Colors tease-
I'm feeling for the Air-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Include Me Out

I grabbed the new Who's Who to see
My name-but it was not.
Said I: “The form they posted me
I filled and sent-so what?”
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Robert Service

Robert Service
Vesalius In Zante

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-
No tapers mirrored in long palace floors,
Nor dedicated depths of silent aisles,
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Edith Wharton

Edith Wharton
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 02 ' February.

1.

I to myself have neither power nor worth,
Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 07 ' July.

1.

Alas, my tent! see through it a whirlwind sweep!
Moaning, poor Fancy's doves are swept away.
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 12 ' December.

1.

I am a little weary of my life-
Not thy life, blessed Father! Or the blood
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Within And Without: A Dramatic Poem: Part Ii

Hark, hark, a voice amid the quiet intense!
It is thy Duty waiting thee without.
Rise from thy knees in hope, the half of doubt;
A hand doth pull thee-it is Providence;
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald