INNOCENT POEMS
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My Dream
So many times I thought about yesterday
A day that I was innocent in every way
When I was just a little girl who was playing all day
And just cried when someone ruined my day.
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Ma. Cristina Colima
So many times I thought about yesterday
A day that I was innocent in every way
When I was just a little girl who was playing all day
And just cried when someone ruined my day.
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Ma. Cristina Colima
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
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
Snake
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
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D. H. Lawrence
A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
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D. H. Lawrence
Love Lies Bleeding
You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may,
Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,
As we have seen it here from day to day,
From month to month, life passing not away:
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William Wordsworth
You call it, "Love lies bleeding," so you may,
Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops,
As we have seen it here from day to day,
From month to month, life passing not away:
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William Wordsworth
Innocent Killings In Kashmir
My dear friend, I see everyday bloodshed in Kashmir.
My dear friend, I see every day in Kashmir innocent Rose's lost their lives.
My dear friend, I see everyday mother's lost their innocent Rose's in Kashmir.
My dear friend, I see everyday blood flowing in the rivers.
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Shariq Lone
My dear friend, I see everyday bloodshed in Kashmir.
My dear friend, I see every day in Kashmir innocent Rose's lost their lives.
My dear friend, I see everyday mother's lost their innocent Rose's in Kashmir.
My dear friend, I see everyday blood flowing in the rivers.
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Shariq Lone
The Norman Boy
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth
High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth
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
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
Kid-o-kid
Kid-o-kid
While driving ,holding the stearing
My eyes looking at you sideways
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Meetali Sharma
Kid-o-kid
While driving ,holding the stearing
My eyes looking at you sideways
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Meetali Sharma
The Printing Machine
It begins at the brink of the dawn,
with the sound of chrring printing machine.
Chrring bloody scenes into bold black ink and we drink to that ink that make our stomach sink yet the machine harps happily.
and there goes the busy printing machine louder and louder, More louder than the screams of a woman screaming for help in a warehouse while she was raped, brutally but the fair and lovely ad gets more space snootily and strangly we go on reading the newspaper with our daily cup of tea perpetually.
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Riya Saluja
It begins at the brink of the dawn,
with the sound of chrring printing machine.
Chrring bloody scenes into bold black ink and we drink to that ink that make our stomach sink yet the machine harps happily.
and there goes the busy printing machine louder and louder, More louder than the screams of a woman screaming for help in a warehouse while she was raped, brutally but the fair and lovely ad gets more space snootily and strangly we go on reading the newspaper with our daily cup of tea perpetually.
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Riya Saluja
Ye Kaha Aa Gaye Hum
School na jaane ka bahana
Khana na khane par maa ka taana
Aur Dosto ko dekhte hi muskurana
Kaha gaya wo hamara bachapan
.....
Ajay Gupta
School na jaane ka bahana
Khana na khane par maa ka taana
Aur Dosto ko dekhte hi muskurana
Kaha gaya wo hamara bachapan
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Ajay Gupta
Miscalculation
Miscalculation
They are voicing out their freedom
They say
Shamelessly shading crocodile tears in public.
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Emmanuel Mtema
Miscalculation
They are voicing out their freedom
They say
Shamelessly shading crocodile tears in public.
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Emmanuel Mtema
Song At Sunset
Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
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Walt Whitman
Splendor of ended day, floating and filling me!
Hour prophetic-hour resuming the past!
Inflating my throat-you, divine average!
You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing.
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Walt Whitman
Serve From Heart
I chase You chase,
Not to kill innocent animals,
Just to save the harvest,
Where commoner have invested.
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Norbu Dorji
I chase You chase,
Not to kill innocent animals,
Just to save the harvest,
Where commoner have invested.
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Norbu Dorji
Chinar In Tears
CHINAR IN TEARS
An old but elegant Chinar tree
Wonderfully red in autumn
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Mohammad Younus
CHINAR IN TEARS
An old but elegant Chinar tree
Wonderfully red in autumn
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Mohammad Younus
The Female Exile
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
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Charlotte Smith
Written at Brighthelmstone in Nov. 1792.
NOVEMBER'S chill blast on the rough beach is howling,
The surge breaks afar, and then foams to the shore,
Dark clouds o'er the sea gather heavy and scowling,
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Charlotte Smith
Unborn Baby Of Kashmir
Unborn Baby Of Kashmir
Sweet Akànandun!
When you come out , you’ll find:
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Mohammad Younus
Unborn Baby Of Kashmir
Sweet Akànandun!
When you come out , you’ll find:
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Mohammad Younus
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
Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
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Nazim Hikmet
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
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
In Praise Of Limestone
If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
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W. H. Auden
If it form the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for, this is chiefly
Because it dissolves in water. Mark these rounded slopes
With their surface fragrance of thyme and, beneath,
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W. H. Auden
Letter To Maria Gisborne
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Crisis
Have you not seen death enough?
Innocent bodies streaming the floor.
Have you not sent death errand enough?
Your special convoy at war ceremonies.
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Paciolo Pen Saint
Have you not seen death enough?
Innocent bodies streaming the floor.
Have you not sent death errand enough?
Your special convoy at war ceremonies.
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Paciolo Pen Saint
Fire Your Bullets
FIRE YOUR BULLETS
Playing 'fight and hide'
The crazy children sing
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Mohammad Younus
FIRE YOUR BULLETS
Playing 'fight and hide'
The crazy children sing
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Mohammad Younus
Kalamazoo
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
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Vachel Lindsay
Once, in the city of Kalamazoo,
The gods went walking, two and two,
With the friendly phoenix, the stars of Orion,
The speaking pony and singing lion.
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Vachel Lindsay
Adonais
I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Man Child
All day he lay upon the sand
When summer sun was bright,
And let the grains sift through his hand
With infantile delight;
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Robert Service
All day he lay upon the sand
When summer sun was bright,
And let the grains sift through his hand
With infantile delight;
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Robert Service
The Village Of Tayport And Its Surroundings
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
Go and visit Tayport on the banks o' the Tay,
And there ye can spend a pleasant holiday.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
All ye pleasure-seekers, where'er ye be,
I pray ye all be advised by me,
Go and visit Tayport on the banks o' the Tay,
And there ye can spend a pleasant holiday.
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William Topaz Mcgonagall
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
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
The Hunting Of The Snark
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll
The Two Kings
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire,
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William Butler Yeats
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen
He had outridden his war-wasted men
That with empounded cattle trod the mire,
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William Butler Yeats
The Dead
Their reward is
they become innocent again,
and when they reappear in memory
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Kate Northrop
Their reward is
they become innocent again,
and when they reappear in memory
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Kate Northrop
Baby Sitter
From torrid heat to frigid cold
I've rovered land and sea;
And now, with halting heart I hold
My grandchild on my knee:
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Robert Service
From torrid heat to frigid cold
I've rovered land and sea;
And now, with halting heart I hold
My grandchild on my knee:
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Robert Service
Sunbeam
I pray to the sunbeam from the window -
It is pale, thin, straight.
Since morning I have been silent,
And my heart - is split.
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Anna Akhmatova
I pray to the sunbeam from the window -
It is pale, thin, straight.
Since morning I have been silent,
And my heart - is split.
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Anna Akhmatova
War To Find Humanity
She cries but her pain unheard
She needs help but fingers pointed at her
Her dignity destroyed but is not her wish
She cries for she was forced to it
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Ibthlhal Abdul
She cries but her pain unheard
She needs help but fingers pointed at her
Her dignity destroyed but is not her wish
She cries for she was forced to it
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Ibthlhal Abdul
Our Children
OUR CHILDREN
Our children still do not admit defeat,
Nor do they think to withdraw
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Mohammad Younus
OUR CHILDREN
Our children still do not admit defeat,
Nor do they think to withdraw
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Mohammad Younus
The Ballad Of Ahmed Shah
This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah
Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar,
By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar
How he was done by a youth from Morar.
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Rudyard Kipling
This is the ballad of Ahmed Shah
Dealer in tats in the Sudder Bazar,
By the gate that leads to the Gold Minar
How he was done by a youth from Morar.
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Rudyard Kipling
Little Birds
Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
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Lewis Carroll
Little Birds are dining
Warily and well,
Hid in mossy cell:
Hid, I say, by waiters
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Lewis Carroll
Ruth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
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William Wordsworth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
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William Wordsworth
Loving And Liking - Irregular Verses - Addressed To A Child (by My Sister)
There's more in words than I can teach:
Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;
But only give some plain directions
To guide your speech and your affections.
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William Wordsworth
There's more in words than I can teach:
Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;
But only give some plain directions
To guide your speech and your affections.
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William Wordsworth
A Hidden Life
Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt
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George Macdonald
Proudly the youth, sudden with manhood crowned,
Went walking by his horses, the first time,
That morning, to the plough. No soldier gay
Feels at his side the throb of the gold hilt
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George Macdonald
Comus
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before
The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.
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John Milton
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before
The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales.
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John Milton
The Poet
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
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Delmore Schwartz
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry
His power is his left hand
It is idle weak and precious
His poverty is his wealth, a wealth which may destroy him
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Delmore Schwartz
Hyperion: Book Ii
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
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John Keats
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
Hyperion slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
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John Keats
Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(Wordsworth, “My Heart Leaps Up”)
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William Wordsworth
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
(Wordsworth, “My Heart Leaps Up”)
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William Wordsworth
Depose Your Finger Of That Ring
Depose your finger of that ring,
And crowne mine with't awhile;
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring
Back with it more of soile?
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Richard Lovelace
Depose your finger of that ring,
And crowne mine with't awhile;
Now I restor't. Pray, dos it bring
Back with it more of soile?
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Richard Lovelace
The Leveller
Near Martinpuisch that night of hell
Two men were struck by the same shell,
Together tumbling in one heap
Senseless and limp like slaughtered sheep.
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Robert Graves
Near Martinpuisch that night of hell
Two men were struck by the same shell,
Together tumbling in one heap
Senseless and limp like slaughtered sheep.
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Robert Graves
Admetus
To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
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Emma Lazarus
To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson.
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
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Emma Lazarus
Epistle To My Brother George
Full many a dreary hour have I past,
My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught
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John Keats
Full many a dreary hour have I past,
My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast
With heaviness; in seasons when I've thought
No spherey strains by me could e'er be caught
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John Keats