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Beautiful Times

It was beautiful when things
Were normal between you and me.
When there were meaning to greetings,
When you spoke without a worry.
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Az Mo
Way To Go

She was born in the hills
dotted with villages quiet and small.
Her village was breathtakingly beautiful
With a scenic landscape,
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C K Rawat
The African Child

Oh! African child
Today is your day
We all gathered
To celebrate you
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Ola Olawale
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
Feelings And The Mind

We met once and I didn't fall in deep
Not because you were not my type
But I didn't want to make you cheap

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Bright Madziva
Cross-roads

Help!
My life is in a hub
My heart in a music confused convergence
I watched helplessly my thoughts swinging
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Ey Okilo
Joy

I never knew the joy of getting home,
I never knew how fast a heart could beat;
I never tasted joy,
Till the day my little boy
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Edgar Albert Guest
My Insanity

i waited and watched

street wizard glass stone hip idealist
smoking their bed time flower
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Walt Whitman

I

I CELEBRATE myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
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Walt Whitman
The Bluebird

I know the song that the bluebird is singing,
Out in the apple-tree where he is swinging;
Brave little fellow, the skies may look dreary;
Nothing cares he while his heart is so cheery.
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Emily Huntington Miller
Mazelli: Canto Iii

I.

With plumes to which the dewdrops cling,
Wide waves the morn her golden wing;
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George W. Sands
Out Of The East

When man first walked upright and soberly
Reflecting as he paced to and fro,
And no more swinging from wide tree to tree,
Or sheltered by vast boles from sheltered foe,
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John Freeman
Worn Out

You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Prevision

I know you are too dear to stay;
You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
To echoes of your eager feet.
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Aline Kilmer
A Little While

A little while when I am gone
My life will live in music after me,
As spun foam lifted and borne on
After the wave is lost in the full sea.
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Sara Teasdale
The Corn-stalk Fiddle

When the corn 's all cut and the bright stalks shine
Like the burnished spears of a field of gold;
When the field-mice rich on the nubbins dine,
And the frost comes white and the wind blows cold;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ann Arbor Variations

1
Wet heat drifts through the afternoon
like a campus dog, a fraternity ghost
waiting to stay home from football games.
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Frank O'hara
In The Wilderness

Alone in desert dreary,
A bird with folded wings
Beholds the waste about her,
And sweetly, sweetly sings.
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Morris Rosenfeld
To A Fallen Elm

Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many coloured shade
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John Clare
The Last Piper

Dark winds of the mountain,
White winds of the sea,
Are skirling the pibroch
Of Seumas an Righ.
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Edward J. O'brien
January

Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
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William Carlos Williams
Bright, O Bright Fedalma

Maiden crowned with glossy blackness,
Lithe as panther forest-roaming,
Long-armed Naiad when she dances
On a stream of ether floating,
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George Eliot
We Are Lonely In Your Crowd

We are lonely in your crowd
just like the deaf community
we are searching for humility,
we are lonely in your crowd
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Francis Ngwenya
The Forsaken Merman

Come, dear children, let us away;
Down and away below!
Now my brothers call from the bay,
Now the great winds shoreward blow,
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Matthew Arnold
The Voice

As the kindling glances,
Queen-like and clear,
Which the bright moon lances
From her tranquil sphere
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Matthew Arnold
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
September 1, 1939

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

She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
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W. H. Auden
A Musical Instrument

What was he doing, the great god Pan,
Down in the reeds by the river?
Spreading ruin and scattering ban,
Splashing and paddling with hoofs of a goat,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 04 - Thou Hast Thy Calling To Some Palace-floor

IV

Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 11 - And Therefore If To Love Can Be Desert

XI

And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 17 - My Poet, Thou Canst Touch On All The Notes

XVII

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes
God set between his After and Before,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 26 - I Lived With Visions For My Company

XXVI

I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 33 - Yes, Call Me By My Pet-name! Let Me Hear

XXXIII

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 41 - I Thank All Who Have Loved Me In Their Hearts

XLI

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Toccata Of Galuppi’s

I

Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find!
I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf and blind;
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Robert Browning
Any Wife To Any Husband

I

My love, this is the bitterest, that thou
Who art all truth and who dost love me now
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Robert Browning
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin

A Child's Story

Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning
Waring

I

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

Vous n'etes que les masques sur des faces masquees
-Apollinaire

Start, then, with a sense of beginning, of sleep
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Jared Carter
Come In

As I came to the edge of the woods,
Thrush music-hark!
Now if it was dusk outside,
Inside it was dark.
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Robert Frost
Pan With Us

Pan came out of the woods one day,-
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,-
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
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Robert Frost
The Generations Of Men

A governor it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire
Ancestral memories might come together.
And those of the name Stark gathered in Bow,
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Robert Frost
The Self-seeker

“Willis, I didn't want you here to-day:
The lawyer's coming for the company.
I'm going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet.
Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.”
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Robert Frost
Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude

Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She wooes the tardy Spring:
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Thomas Gray
The Progress Of Poesy

Awake, Æolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
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Thomas Gray
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats
Endymion: Book Ii

O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm!
All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm,
And shadowy, through the mist of passed years:
For others, good or bad, hatred and tears
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John Keats
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
Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats
How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!

How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,-I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
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John Keats
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
Ode To A Nightingale

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
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John Keats
On Leaving Some Friends At An Early Hour

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heaped-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
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John Keats
The Eve Of St. Agnes

St. Agnes' Eve-Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
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John Keats
To Autumn

I
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
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John Keats
Sonnet 008: Music To Hear, Why Hear’st Thou Music Sadly?

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy.
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
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William Shakespeare
Sonnet 102: My Love Is Strengthened, Though More Weak In Seeming

My love is strengthened, though more weak in seeming;
I love not less, though less the show appear;
That love is merchandized, whose rich esteeming
The owner's tongue doth publish everywhere.
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William Shakespeare
Sonnet 128: How Oft, When Thou, My Music, Music Play’st

How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessèd wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
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William Shakespeare
Sonnet 130: My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
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William Shakespeare