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Sonnet 09

IX

Lady that in the prime of earliest youth,
Wisely hath shun'd the broad way and the green,
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John Milton
Looking Forward

Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
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
The Friends

I had some friends, but I dreamed that they were dead,
Who used to dance with lanterns round a little boy in bed;
Green and white lanterns that waved to and fro:
But I haven't seen a Firefly since ever so long ago!
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Rudyard Kipling
The Secret

She sought to breathe one word, but vainly;
Too many listeners were nigh;
And yet my timid glance read plainly
The language of her speaking eye.
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Friedrich Schiller
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
Low-tide

These wet rocks where the tide has been,
Barnacled white and weeded brown
And slimed beneath to a beautiful green,
These wet rocks where the tide went down
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hope

Hope

Looking below the window
Hot tears roll down my cheeks
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Mohammad Younus
Sonnet 11

XI

A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;
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John Milton
Green

Green is crying
Trees are dying
Plants are begging human
To spear their family
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Hafsah Ayoub
Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Attack Of The Squash People

And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
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Marge Piercy
Stuck In Between

The fine shades colliding with green
Just stuck in time, serenity in between.
Chills in the morning sun, a smiling
Day laughing back to my screen
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Az Mo
The Cuckoo-clock

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well,
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William Wordsworth
How Am I To Thank Him?

Bad gone good,
Sour turned sweet hood,
Bitter turned joyful,
And that's the Lord in control,
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Brian Dredan
Wild And Gentle

So I am learning to smile,
To greet every other creature.
Red or green inside in nature,
A power within, the joy in laughter.
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Az Mo
My Dream

Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,
Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.

I stood beside Euphrates while it swelled
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Christina Rossetti
Poor Robin

Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth
The Wanderer

I saw the sunset-colored sands,
The Nile like flowing fire between,
Where Rameses stares forth serene,
And Ammon's heavy temple stands.
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Sara Teasdale
Timble Tack

He came without an invitation
Lying under the stairs
As if waiting for my permission
Was scared and cold the first time I took him in hand.
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Deepali Pathak
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
Indian Summer

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.
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William Wilfred Campbell
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
Sonnet 012: When I Do Count The Clock That Tells The Time

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls all silvered o'er with white;
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William Shakespeare
Wae Is My Heart.

Tune - "Wae is my heart."



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Robert Burns
Timeless Beauty.

Summer comes with beautiful scenery,
Mother Earth shed her dress to turn green,
Flowers bloom to bear fruits to
Lose Her beauty in time.
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Norbu Dorji
Depression Before Spring

The cock crows
But no queen rises.

The hair of my blonde
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Wallace Stevens
Love

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
Are all but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge
What Is Wrong With Men

When things are not jumping
He hopped here and there
In search for green parcel

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Ola Olawale
Beautiful Black Men

(With compliments and apologies to all not mentioned by name)

i wanta say just gotta say something
bout those beautiful beautiful beautiful outasight
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Nikki Giovanni
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
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
Mowgli’s Song

THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HE DANCED ON SHERE KHAN'S HIDE

The Song of Mowgli-I, Mowgli, am singing. Let
the jungle listen to the things I have done.
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Rudyard Kipling
Song Of Myself

1
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
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Walt Whitman
Fly To The Land Of Freedom

Fly to the land of freedom
A little birdie came chirping to my courtyard,
Vibrant its wings were,
Tangerine, green,and white,
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Chitra Arun
Ode To Walt Whitman

By the East River and the Bronx
boys were singing, exposing their waists
with the wheel, with oil, leather, and the hammer.
Ninety thousand miners taking silver from the rocks
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Federico Garcà­a Lorca
My Heart’s In The Highlands

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
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Robert Burns
The Spider And The Fly

“Will you walk into my parlor?”
Said a spider to a fly;
“'Tis the prettiest little parlor
That ever you did spy.
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Mary Howitt
In Memory Of My Mother

I do not think of you lying in the wet clay
Of a Monaghan graveyard; I see
You walking down a lane among the poplars
On your way to the station, or happily
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Patrick Kavanagh
Shine On

People of my kind black Africans,
Black and attractive Africans
See how bright you shine
Your bright blackness shines even in the dark.
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Mimi J Milson
My Heart

The heart listen to noises,
Desires that blossom like a flower.
Painting red my garden of roses,
Shades with green, the perfect cover.
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Az Mo
Gray Room

Although you sit in a room that is gray,
Except for the silver
Of the straw-paper,
And pick
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Wallace Stevens
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
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
A Semblance Of Life

Your lush green attires
Remind me of your vernal desires.
How close we were then like clouds and rains!
I heard about your ailing families;
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Laishram Gojendra
The Coolun

Ah, had you seen the Coolun,
Walking down by the cuckoo's street,
With the dew of the meadow shining
On her milk-white twinkling feet.
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Sir Samuel Ferguson
Independence Day

WHAT does it all mean anyway,
Noise of cannon and boom of gun,
Deafening, colorful fire display
Starting in with the rising sun?
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Edgar Albert Guest
A Little While, A Little While

A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Emily Brontë
Farewell

Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river
And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever;
Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed in by waters;
Farewell to the miller's brook and his three bonny daughters;
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John Clare