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How Many Times

How many times?

How many times does it get before it start to count?
He said it was needed just so she can fall in line
Ademijuwon Adebagbo

Ademijuwon Adebagbo
Nigeria, My Country

Nigeria my country
Where milk and honey flow
Blessed with greener pasture
Nigeria my country
Adetunbi Maxwell

Adetunbi Maxwell
Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the Negroes
Where the doors are doors of paper
Dust of dingy atoms
Blows a scratchy sound.
Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
Value Of Literature

Value of literature is above precious ruby,
It voice higher than the dictation of God,
So timeless, with in-depth human undergo,
Worthy of deep cerebral feelings to deal
Santosh Kumar

Santosh Kumar
Young Democracy

HARK! Young Democracy from sleep
Our careless sentries raps:
A backwash from the Futureâ??s deep
Our Evilâ??s foreland laps.

Bernard O'dowd

What, then, is taste but those internal powers,
Active and strong, and feeling alive
To each fine impulse? a discerning sense
Of decent and sublime, with quick disgust
Mark Akenside

Mark Akenside
Who Needs School?

In the future, fifteen years from now,
This won't matter,
My name carved into that desk will just be a carving,
And the pot-bellied children will still be starving.
Hannah Ashwin

Hannah Ashwin
My Birthday

A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.
Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
September 1, 1939

I sit in one of the dives
On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden

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 :

Jane Taylor
Art's Martyr

Telleth of a young man that fain would be fairly tattooed on his
flesh, after the heathen manner, in devices of blue, and that,
falling among the Dyacks, a folk of Borneo, was by them tattooed
in modern fashion and device, and of his misery that fell upon
Andrew Lang

Andrew Lang
The Wickedness Of Men

The beauty of the flag is been soiled with hates , and greed,
The bravery of our past heroes are been taking in vain,
Our rich and great culture is been silenced by greedy Men,
Our lands are fertile but our grains are been planted on rocks ,
Josh Ehinomhen

Josh Ehinomhen
Irkalla's White Caves

I believe that a young woman
Is standing in a circle of lions
In the other side of the sky.


Kenneth Patchen
Apollo Belvedere

A-sitttin' on a cracker box an' spittin' in the stove,
I took a sudden notion that I'd kindo' like to rove;
An' so I bought a ticket, jest as easy as could be,
From Pumpkinville in Idaho to Rome in Italy;
Robert Service

Robert Service
The Gods Of Greece

Ye in the age gone by,
Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!--
And guided still the steps of happy men
In the light leading-strings of careless joy!

Friedrich Schiller
Lover's Gifts Xxii: I Shall Gladly Suffer

I shall gladly suffer the pride of culture to die out in my house,
if only in some happy future I am born a herd-boy in the Brinda
The herd-boy who grazes his cattle sitting under the banyan

Rabindranath Tagore

This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignonette:
And if this tree were discontent,
Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb

With belly like a poisoned pup
Said I: 'I must give bacon up:
And also, I profanely fear,
I must abandon bread and beer

Robert William Service
Cadet Grey: Canto Ii


Where West Point crouches, and with lifted shield
Turns the whole river eastward through the pass;
Bret Harte

Bret Harte
The Secret Police

They are listening in the wires,
in the walls, under the eaves
in the wings of house martins,
in the ears of old women,

Ken Smith
Welsh History

We were a people taut for war; the hills
Were no harder, the thin grass
Clothed them more warmly than the coarse
Shirts our small bones.

Ronald Stuart Thomas
The Woods

I love the woods when the magic hand
Of Spring, as if sweeping the keys
Of a wornout instrument, touches the earth;
When beauty and song in the gladness of birth

Hattie Howard
At The "atlantic" Dinner

I suppose it's myself that you're making allusion to
And bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to.
Of course some must speak, - they are always selected to,
But pray what's the reason that I am expected to?

Oliver Wendell Holmes
Culture And Cops

Five nights agone I lay at rest
On my suburban couch.
My trousers on the bedpost hung,
Red gold within their pouch.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Among The Hills

ALONG the roadside, like the flowers of gold
That tawny Incas for their gardens wrought,
Heavy with sunshine droops the golden-rod,
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Vision Of Columbus - Book 2

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
When round the realms superior lustre flew,
And call'd new wonders to the hero's view.

Joel Barlow

Dim in the mist of ages, seeking a resting-place,
Broke on the shores of Britain the wave of an Aryan race.
Clear throâ?? the mist of ages, ere ever the White Christ came,
Songs of the Cymric singers have chanted the Brython fame.

George Essex Evans

"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
Robert Browning

Robert Browning

Embalm'd in fame, and sacred from decay,
What mighty name, in arms, in arts, or verse,
From England claims this consecrated day.
Her nobles crowding round the shadowy hearse?
Thomas Gent

Thomas Gent
The Devil Of Pope-fig Island

BY master Francis clearly 'tis expressed:
The folks of Papimania are blessed;
True sleep for them alone it seems was made
With US the copy only has been laid;

Jean De La Fontaine
Tale Xvi


Anna was young and lovely--in her eye
The glance of beauty, in her cheek the dye:
George Crabbe

George Crabbe
The World In The House

PILGRIMS who journey in the narrow way,
Should go as little cumbered as they may.
'Tis heavy sailing with a freighted ship ;
'Tis pleasant travelling with a staff and scrip.

Jane Taylor
The Giaour: A Fragment Of A Turkish Tale

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian's grave,
That tomb which, gleaming o'er the cliff
First greets the homeward-veering skiff

George Gordon Byron
Elegy On Newstead Abbey

'It is the voice of years that are gone!
they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIAN


George Gordon Byron

To-day the woods are trembling through and through
With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,
Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Sidney Lanier

Sidney Lanier
True Culture

The highest culture is to speak no ill,
The best reformer is the man whose eyes
Are quick to see all beauty and all worth;
And by his own discreet, well-ordered life,
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Untitled Poem - Ii

Speciously individual
like a solid piece of spit
floating in a cuspidor
I dream of free bravery

Alan Dugan

Can rules or tutors educate
The semigod whom we await?
He must be musical,
Tremulous, impressional,
Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Aesthete

If you're anxious for to shine in the high aesthetic line, as a man
of culture rare,
You must get up all the germs of the transcendental terms, and
plant them everywhere.

William Schwenck Gilbert
The Pack

A bit of metaphysics or a psychologic catch
Will sit upon my breast all day and scratch and scratch and
scratch. Now isn't it a pity that the ragged thorns of culture Should be tearing at my vitals, as Prometheus's the vulture?


Gamaliel Bradford

This mighty empire hath but feet of clay:
Of all its ancient chivalry and might
Our little island is forsaken quite:
Some enemy hath stolen its crown of bay,
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde
Libertatis Sacra Fames

Albeit nurtured in democracy,
And liking best that state republican
Where every man is Kinglike and no man
Is crowned above his fellows, yet I see,
Oscar Wilde

Oscar Wilde

According to Culture Shock:
A Guide to Customs and Etiquette
of Filipinos, when my husband says yes,
he could also mean one of the following:

Denise Duhamel
Tale Of The Black

Black beauty they say,
Endowed with culture and heritage.

With their hairs tufted in different styles,
Akinwande Simisola

Akinwande Simisola

MISFORTUNE to have lived not knowing thee!
â??T were not high living, nor to noblest end,
Who, dwelling near, learned not sincerity,
Rich friendshipâ??s ornament that still doth lend

Amos Bronson Alcott
A Poet To His Grandchild - Sequel To The Foregoing

"Son of my buried Son, while thus thy hand"
"Is clasping mine, it saddens me to think"
"How Want may press thee down, and with thee sink"
"Thy children left unfit, through vain demand"
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Ida Chicken

After I had attended lectures
At our Chautauqua, and studied French
For twenty years, committing the grammar
Almost by heart,
Edgar Lee Masters

Edgar Lee Masters
The Bucolics

Ladies and gentlemen: I take this opportunity
To introduce myself and mention that, much as we may deplore the fact, we are
essentially an agricultural community
Altho' in our metropolitan centres, millions may live and toil.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
A Dogs' View

I'm only just a common racing dog,
Simple in habit, and my diet's plain.
I have never had a longing for the grog
That some men seem to need, more vim to gain.

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis