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Our Nation Is Ill

OUR NATION IS ILL
Doom Days Drum
Blood and war on the hill
The centre is shattered
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
Journey

Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass
And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind
Blow over me-I am so tired, so tired
Of passing pleasant places! All my life,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mariposa

Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Sonnet 002: When Forty Winters Shall Besiege Thy Brow

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
One Day ( Like August 5)

One Day
Though it may be years unknown
We shall over come
And our land will be free
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Ola Olawale

Ola Olawale
The Corn Song

Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Freedom's Plow

When a man starts out with nothing,
When a man starts out with his hands
Empty, but clean,
When a man starts to build a world,
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Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes
The Scholars

"Oh, show me how a rose can shut and be a bud again!"
Nay, watch my Lords of the Admiralty, for they have the work in train.
They have taken the men that were careless lads at Dartmouth in 'Fourteen
And entered them at the landward schools as though no war had been.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
L' Envoi

There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield
And the ricks stand gray to the sun,
Singing:-'Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover
And your English summer's done.'
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Michael: A Pastoral Poem

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Beside The Spider Web

BEHIND THE SPIDER WEB

The horses dawn was silent
In the field of ours
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Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu

Mbam Abraham Izuchukwu
Christmas In India

Dim dawn behind the tamerisks-the sky is saffron-yellow-
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
The Battle Cry Of Freedom (southern Version)

Our flag is proudly floating
On the land and on the main,
Shout, shout the battle cry of Freedom!
Beneath it oft we've conquered,
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Anonymous Americas
Remembrances

Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from heart and eye and for ever far away
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John Clare

John Clare
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

John Greenleaf Whittier
Remembrances

The anniversary of great heroes were observed,
For their unwavering service,
Thinking for the good causes,
Scarifying ones happiness on others.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Dandelion

He is a roguish little elf,
A gay audacious fellow,
Who tramps about in doublet green
And skirt of brightest yellow;
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Kate L. Brown
Beyond The Complexion

Africa my dying land
Africa the field of blood
Africa the ignorant and blind
This mythical spiritual mantra
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Senty De Poet

Senty De Poet
Venus And Adonis

Even as the sun with purple-coloured face
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn,
Rose-cheeked Adonis hied him to the chase;
Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to scorn.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
The Names

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.

A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

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Billy Collins
The Traitors

Them with overhanging brows
Are the traitors to ourselves
Who hang with dauntless breast
And sail a ship of gossip
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Benjamin Chikezie

Benjamin Chikezie
Smart

Being clean, tidy & well dressed,
Is a outer sense,
Clever, sharp, & intelligent
Is an inner understanding of smart.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
The Soldier's Grave

Breathe not a whisper here;
The place where thou dost stand is hallowed ground;
In silence gather near this upheaved mound -
Around the soldier's bier.
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Anonymous Americas
Voronezh

For Osip Mandelstam

And the town is frozen solid in a vice,
Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass.
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Anna Akhmatova
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
Rain

Moist and humid clouds,
Move over the vale and,
Higher it climbs,
Condense to form water,
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
The Roll Of The Kettledrum; Or, The Lay Of The Last Charger

“You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?”-Byron.
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Before The Sun

MIDST OF A SNOW COVERED FIELD,
WITH WHITE FLOWERS, GLEAMING IN A FAINT LIGHT,
I STAND, WITH COMPLETE PEACE,
AND ETERNAL SOLITUDE.
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Fact Slinger

Fact Slinger
The English Flag

Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack,
remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately
when it fell the crowds rent the air with shouts,
and seemed to see significance in the incident. -- DAILY PAPERS.
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Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling
Madness

What darkens, what darkens?-'t is heaven's high roof:
What lightens?-'t is Heckla's flame, shooting aloof:
The proud, the majestic, the rugged old Thor,
The mightiest giant the North ever saw,
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George Borrow

George Borrow
Two Look At Two

Love and forgetting might have carried them
A little further up the mountain side
With night so near, but not much further up.
They must have halted soon in any case
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,
Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

Wander'd back to living boyhood while I heard the curlews call,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson

Alfred Lord Tennyson
Views Of Life

When sinks my heart in hopeless gloom,
And life can shew no joy for me;
And I behold a yawning tomb,
Where bowers and palaces should be;
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Anne Brontë
June

nd her sultry bloom
Insects as small as dust are never done
Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee
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John Clare

John Clare
The Open Steeplechase

I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,
By the side of Snowy River with a horse they called 'The Ace'.
And we brought him down to Sydney, and our rider, Jimmy Rice,
Got a fall and broke his shoulder, so they nabbed me in a trice,
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Banjo Paterson
The Recruit

Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Ludlow tower shall stand.
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A. E. Housman

A. E. Housman
Prothalamion

Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre
Sweete-breathing Zephyrus did softly play
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titans beames, which then did glyster fayre;
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Edmund Spenser

Edmund Spenser
To A Mountain Daisy

ON TURNING ONE DOWN WITH THE PLOUGH, IN APRIL, 1786

Wee, modest, crimson-tipped flow'r,
Thou's met me in an evil hour;
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Directive

Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding

I

Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden

John Dryden
Wild Growth

Whoever planted this here
Must breed wild thoughts
A red rose standing alone
With hips of pure red
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Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim

Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
The Little Ladybird

Ladybird, ladybird! fly away home!
The field-mouse has gone to her nest,
The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes,
And the bees and the birds are at rest.
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Caroline Southey
Sonnet 11

On Returning to the Front after Leave


Apart sweet women (for whom Heaven be blessed),
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
The Poplar Field

The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Of Child With Bird At The Bush

My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
Let me a hold upon thee get,
My love with honour thee adorns.
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John Bunyan

John Bunyan
A Goodnight

Go to sleep-though of course you will not-
to tideless waves thundering slantwise against
strong embankments, rattle and swish of spray
dashed thirty feet high, caught by the lake wind,
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William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams
Running Amok

In the slums of Tondo, people dwell
in shacks of cardboard, bits of bamboo,
corrugated metal, and a few cement blocks.

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Nick Carbo
How Sweet I Roam'd

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
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William Blake

William Blake