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A Bird Came Down The Walk

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A Bird came down the Walk-
He did not know I saw-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Quite A Habit....

Here comes the morning;
Blue sky, lush grass, dew drops
Yet thee not beholding my eyes;
Here comes the noon;
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Aabby

Aabby
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
Seasons Of Life

Gazing at the breezy night
Empty or lack of immense sunlight
And the onset of Winters shined
Though reflecting warmth of mankind
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Kritika Prasad

Kritika Prasad
Cosmopolitan

While it flawlessly divines itself during the shine and the rain,
All the while it stands boldly upright;
Keeping the thought of being colossal away,
While people are trying to bring it down;
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Siya Mulge

Siya Mulge
There Came A Wind Like A Bugle

There cam a Wind like a Bugle -
It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat
So ominous did pass
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Machineel In A Cassock

The guiltless shepherd
is a collared machineel in a cassock
He bears pretty tasty apples
That accord him innocent and benovelent looks
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Michael Aete

Michael Aete
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
The Sea Wind

I am a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon-
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Sara Teasdale
I Am

I am: yet what I am none cares or knows
My friends forsake me like a memory lost,
I am the self-consumer of my woes-
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
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John Clare

John Clare
Late October Woods

Clumped in the shadow of the beech,
In whose brown top the crows are loud,
Where, every side, great briers reach
And cling like hands, the beechdrops crowd
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Madison Julius Cawein

Madison Julius Cawein
Dream

Destiny is blind
Pain is unkind.

How can I stand tall,
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Duwayne Frieslaar

Duwayne Frieslaar
A Chilly Peace Infests The Grass

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A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies-
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Alien

THE ALIEN
I am an alien
I live in a world where aggression and brutality are the codes
The people of this world find fun in watching people slowly lose their breath
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Piol Tiek John

Piol Tiek John
Joy

Joy, what could be more eperetising than the Joy of life. what is life without joy. Love it can be given and it can never be taken. What is life like without being loved.

There is a million of things that I would rather do than love another. I would count stars day to day admiring each and everyone of them. I am greedy in nature. I do nothing which is temporary. my main reason why I would spend a lifetime counting stars. No matter how many I count each day the end is never near .

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Faizel Malek

Faizel Malek
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
Advent Of Spring

The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain.
In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees.
Sorrowing over the times, the flowers are weeping.
The birds startled my heart in fear of departing.
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Du Fu
Reconstruction

So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year
It will pay me all my money back -- of course!
But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,
And I reckon I'll be something like the horse.
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Banjo Paterson
My Butterfly

Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too,
And the daft sun-assaulter, he
That frightened thee so oft, is fled or dead:
Save only me
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
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Edward Thomas
The Desire To Paint

Unhappy perhaps is the man, but happy the artist, who is torn with this desire.
I burn to paint a certain woman who has appeared to me so rarely, and so swiftly fled away, like some beautiful, regrettable thing the traveller must leave behind him in the night. It is already long since I saw her.
She is beautiful, and more than beautiful: she is overpowering. The colour black preponderates in her; all that she inspires is nocturnal and profound.
Her eyes are two caverns where mystery vaguely stirs and gleams; her glance illuminates like a ray of light; it is an explosion in the darkness.
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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Waring

I

What's become of Waring
Since he gave us all the slip,
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
The River-merchant's Wife: A Letter

After Li Po

While my hair was still cut straight
across my forehead
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Peace

And sometimes I am sorry when the grass
Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows
And the cocksfoot leans across the rutted cart-pass
That I am not the voice of country fellows
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Patrick Kavanagh
Afternoon

Small, shapeless drifts of cloud
Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky,
With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright,
By the late sun caressed; slight hazes shroud
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
The Snail

To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall,
The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall,
As if he grew there, house and all
Together.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Sabbath Bells

Oh holy Sabbath bells,
Ye have a pleasant voice!
Through all the land your music swells,
And man with one commandment tells
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
The Old Grey Mare

There's a line of rails on an upland green
With a good take-off and a landing sound,
Six fences grim as were ever seen,
And it's there I would be with fox and hound.
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R. C. Lehmann

R. C. Lehmann
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
Labor Day

Requiring something lovely on his arm
Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm,
His family's; later picking up the mammoth
Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off
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Louise Gluck

Louise Gluck
The Mountain

The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Further In Summer Than The Birds

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Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The City Of Choan

The phoenix are at play on their terrace.
The phoenix are gone, the river Hows on alone.
Flowers and grass
Cover over the dark path
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Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
Night Golf

I remember the night I discovered,
lying in bed in the dark,
that a few imagined holes of golf
worked much better than a thousand sheep,
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Billy Collins
Ring Of Grass

Rings of grass crowns of flowers they're gone gone gone gone
Furs that I woven of whispering hours gone gone gone gone
She's gone away where the rings are real
And the furs have warmth that a woman can feel
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Shel Silverstein

Shel Silverstein
Paths

I shall tread, another year,
Ways I walked with Grief,
Past the dry, ungarnered ear
And the brittle leaf.
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Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
Oina-morul

After an address to Malvina, the daughter of Toscar, Ossian proceeds to relate his own expedition to Fuärfed, an island of Scandinavia. Mal-orchol, king of Fuärfed, being hard pressed in war by Ton-thormod, chief of Sar-dronto (who had demanded in vain the daughter of Mal-orchol in marriage,) Fingal sent Ossian to his aid. Ossian, on the day after his arrival, came to battle with Ton-thormod, and took him prisoner. Mal-orchol offers his daughter, Oina-morul, to Ossian; but he, discovering her passion for Ton-thormod, generously surrenders her to her lover, and brings about a reconciliation between the two kings.



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James Macpherson
May Day

A delicate fabric of bird song
Floats in the air,
The smell of wet wild earth
Is everywhere.
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Sara Teasdale
It Is Funny, You Will Be Dead Some Day

it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene

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E. E. Cummings

E. E. Cummings
The Jailer

My night sweats grease his breakfast plate.
The same placard of blue fog is wheeled into position
With the same trees and headstones.
Is that all he can come up with,
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Sylvia Plath
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Aftermath

When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thistledown

This might have been a place for sleep,
But, as from that small hollow there
Hosts of bright thistledown begin
Their dazzling journey through the air,
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Harold Monro
The Prairie

The skies are blue above my head,
The prairie green below,
And flickering o'er the tufted grass
The shifting shadows go,
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John Hay

John Hay
The Old Burying-ground

Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Release

To-day within a grog-shop near
I saw a newly captured linnet,
Who beat against his cage in fear,
And fell exhausted every minute;
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Robert William Service
The Woodspurge

The wind flapped loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill;
I had walked on at the wind's will-
I sat now, for the wind was still.
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
From

Sweet solitude, what joy to be alone--
In wild, wood-shady dell to stay for hours.
Twould soften hearts if they were hard as stone
To see glad butterflies and smiling flowers.
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John Clare

John Clare
The Odyssey: Book 09

And Ulysses answered, “King Alcinous, it is a good thing to hear a
bard with such a divine voice as this man has. There is nothing better
or more delightful than when a whole people make merry together,
with the guests sitting orderly to listen, while the table is loaded
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Homer