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Once Failure Crossed My Path
Once failure crossed my path.
All I wondered was life was out of blue.
Like a rainstorm it touched me with the naked fact; "I have failed."
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Veronica Kudnavar
Once failure crossed my path.
All I wondered was life was out of blue.
Like a rainstorm it touched me with the naked fact; "I have failed."
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Veronica Kudnavar
The Sonnets Cli - Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
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William Shakespeare
Love is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
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William Shakespeare
Pray For Me
She rushed into a house
darkghost where haltup
evildims where hiddown
Her room was tumultly dreadful
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Saviour A Willie
She rushed into a house
darkghost where haltup
evildims where hiddown
Her room was tumultly dreadful
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Saviour A Willie
The Crocodile
'No animal is half as vile
As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch
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Roald Dahl
'No animal is half as vile
As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch
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Roald Dahl
Come To Me
Come to me,
Stranger's winds blowing coming towards me very badly,
Giving me always the sense of coming to me,
The feeling is calling to you in every way,
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Pallavi Deepchand
Come to me,
Stranger's winds blowing coming towards me very badly,
Giving me always the sense of coming to me,
The feeling is calling to you in every way,
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Pallavi Deepchand
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
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
Breakdowns
To feel it coming,
The throat choking feeling and its painful lumps
From the aching heart that shuttered your mood to the fear that after kicks in
It's useless fighting it off,
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Llaka Tshesane
To feel it coming,
The throat choking feeling and its painful lumps
From the aching heart that shuttered your mood to the fear that after kicks in
It's useless fighting it off,
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Llaka Tshesane
The Divine Comedy By Dante: The Vision Of Hell, Or The Inferno: Canto Xix
Woe to thee, Simon Magus! woe to you,
His wretched followers! who the things of God,
Which should be wedded unto goodness, them,
Rapacious as ye are, do prostitute
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Dante Alighieri
Woe to thee, Simon Magus! woe to you,
His wretched followers! who the things of God,
Which should be wedded unto goodness, them,
Rapacious as ye are, do prostitute
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Dante Alighieri
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
Two Blind Men
Two blind men met. Said one: “This earth
Has been a blackout from my birth.
Through darkness I have groped my way,
Forlorn, unknowing night from day.
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Robert Service
Two blind men met. Said one: “This earth
Has been a blackout from my birth.
Through darkness I have groped my way,
Forlorn, unknowing night from day.
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Robert Service
A Working Party
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench,
Sliding and poising, groping with his boots;
Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls
With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk.
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Siegfried Sassoon
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench,
Sliding and poising, groping with his boots;
Sometimes he tripped and lurched against the walls
With hands that pawed the sodden bags of chalk.
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Siegfried Sassoon
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
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
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
The Dance Of Death
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night,
On the tombs that lie scatter'd below:
The moon fills the place with her silvery light,
And the churchyard like day seems to glow.
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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
Nectar Of Life
NECTAR OF LIFE
Just near the middle point-
Qāba Qawseini Aw-Adnā-
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Mohammad Younus
NECTAR OF LIFE
Just near the middle point-
Qāba Qawseini Aw-Adnā-
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Mohammad Younus
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
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
A Song
sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
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Joseph Brodsky
sat on the sofa
and I sat near.
The handkerchief could be yours,
the tear could be mine, chin-bound.
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Joseph Brodsky
Canvas
Possibly there are an infinite possibility
to paint it my way, thoughts increasing to
a point beyond the limit, defying probabilities
Ideas in proximity I've got stability, also a piece of paper in peace with the moves of my pen
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Itz Abusedink
Possibly there are an infinite possibility
to paint it my way, thoughts increasing to
a point beyond the limit, defying probabilities
Ideas in proximity I've got stability, also a piece of paper in peace with the moves of my pen
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Itz Abusedink
Circle Of Life
Ignorance is the center point of life circle,
Obscuring our mind from knowing virtues,
Walking rough path thus preventing from enlightenment,
Never letting to go beyond the circle of life.
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Norbu Dorji
Ignorance is the center point of life circle,
Obscuring our mind from knowing virtues,
Walking rough path thus preventing from enlightenment,
Never letting to go beyond the circle of life.
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Norbu Dorji
For The Sake Of Your Love
For the sake of your love, I’ll give my life
With a laugh, I’ll give up my faith
I’ll give a new twist to what’s written in the stars
In exchange for you
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Pallavi Deepchand
For the sake of your love, I’ll give my life
With a laugh, I’ll give up my faith
I’ll give a new twist to what’s written in the stars
In exchange for you
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Pallavi Deepchand
The Iliad: Book 03
When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,
the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or cranes that scream
overhead when rain and winter drive them over the flowing waters of
Oceanus to bring death and destruction on the Pygmies, and they
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Homer
When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,
the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or cranes that scream
overhead when rain and winter drive them over the flowing waters of
Oceanus to bring death and destruction on the Pygmies, and they
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Homer
Spelling
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
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Margaret Atwood
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
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Margaret Atwood
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
Point Shirley
From Water-Tower Hill to the brick prison
The shingle booms, bickering under
The sea's collapse.
Snowcakes break and welter. This year
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Sylvia Plath
From Water-Tower Hill to the brick prison
The shingle booms, bickering under
The sea's collapse.
Snowcakes break and welter. This year
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Sylvia Plath
The Treehouse [french] (la Maison De Robinson)
À chaque Robinson
Sa maison suspendue,
Verte clef dans la voûte des ans,
Spartiate, où l'on dort à l'étroit,
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James A. Emanuel
À chaque Robinson
Sa maison suspendue,
Verte clef dans la voûte des ans,
Spartiate, où l'on dort à l'étroit,
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James A. Emanuel
Afternoon Tea
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;
Cows weren't allowed in the trenches-got out of the habit, y'see.)
As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:
“Come on, lads!” he shouts, “and we'll show 'em,” and he sprang to the head of the men.
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Robert Service
As I was saying . . . (No, thank you; I never take cream with my tea;
Cows weren't allowed in the trenches-got out of the habit, y'see.)
As I was saying, our Colonel leaped up like a youngster of ten:
“Come on, lads!” he shouts, “and we'll show 'em,” and he sprang to the head of the men.
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Robert Service
Diet
A Colonel, who used to assert
That naught his digestion could hurt,
Was forced to admit
That his weak point was hit
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Unknown
A Colonel, who used to assert
That naught his digestion could hurt,
Was forced to admit
That his weak point was hit
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Unknown
The Teacher's Lesson
I saw a child some four years old,
Along a meadow stray;
Alone she went-unchecked-untold-
Her home not far away.
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Sam G. Goodrich
I saw a child some four years old,
Along a meadow stray;
Alone she went-unchecked-untold-
Her home not far away.
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Sam G. Goodrich
The Swan
I'll leave the mortal world behind,
Take wing in an flight fantastical,
With singing, my eternal soul
Will rise up swan-like in the air.
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Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
I'll leave the mortal world behind,
Take wing in an flight fantastical,
With singing, my eternal soul
Will rise up swan-like in the air.
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Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin
Treasures
Some folks I know, when friends drop in
To visit for awhile and chin,
Just lead them round the rooms and halls
And show them pictures on their walls,
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Edgar Albert Guest
Some folks I know, when friends drop in
To visit for awhile and chin,
Just lead them round the rooms and halls
And show them pictures on their walls,
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Edgar Albert Guest
Arnold Von Winkelried
ied.
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood,â??
A wall, where every conscious stone
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James Montgomery
ied.
In arms the Austrian phalanx stood,
A living wall, a human wood,â??
A wall, where every conscious stone
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James Montgomery
The Man With The Blue Guitar
as green.
They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.'
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Wallace Stevens
as green.
They said, 'You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are.'
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Wallace Stevens
Satire Iv
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
A purgatory, such as fear'd hell is
A recreation and scant map of this.
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John Donne
Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in
A purgatory, such as fear'd hell is
A recreation and scant map of this.
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John Donne
Candles
They are the last romantics, these candles:
Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.
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Sylvia Plath
They are the last romantics, these candles:
Upside-down hearts of light tipping wax fingers,
And the fingers, taken in by their own haloes,
Grown milky, almost clear, like the bodies of saints.
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Sylvia Plath
We Are Still At The Garage Where Life Parked Us
We are still at the garage where life parked us
We couldn’t find petrol to move on the journey
the pigs are still in government & have taken
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John Chizoba Vincent
We are still at the garage where life parked us
We couldn’t find petrol to move on the journey
the pigs are still in government & have taken
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John Chizoba Vincent
The Carrier's Story Or, Brighten's Sister-in-law
At a point where the old road crosses
The river, and turns to the right,
I'd camped with the team; and the hosses
Was all fixed up for the night.
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Henry Lawson
At a point where the old road crosses
The river, and turns to the right,
I'd camped with the team; and the hosses
Was all fixed up for the night.
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Henry Lawson
Monk
Red robe is a wall,
Fencing there body, speech and mind,
Encircle from defilements,
Reminding to be always virtuous.
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Norbu Dorji
Red robe is a wall,
Fencing there body, speech and mind,
Encircle from defilements,
Reminding to be always virtuous.
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Norbu Dorji
The Iliad: Book 23
Thus did they make their moan throughout the city, while the
Achaeans when they reached the Hellespont went back every man to his
own ship. But Achilles would not let the Myrmidons go, and spoke to
his brave comrades saying, “Myrmidons, famed horsemen and my own
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Homer
Thus did they make their moan throughout the city, while the
Achaeans when they reached the Hellespont went back every man to his
own ship. But Achilles would not let the Myrmidons go, and spoke to
his brave comrades saying, “Myrmidons, famed horsemen and my own
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Homer
Easter-day
HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning
HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning
Love
Love!-what is love? a mere machine, a spring
For freaks fantastic, a convenient thing,
A point to which each scribbling wight most steer,
Or vainly hope for food or favour here;
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Thomas Gent
Love!-what is love? a mere machine, a spring
For freaks fantastic, a convenient thing,
A point to which each scribbling wight most steer,
Or vainly hope for food or favour here;
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Thomas Gent
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
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
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
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
Heyoka Wacipee, The Giant's Dance
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
The night-sun sails in his gold canoe,
The spirits walk in the realms of air
With their glowing faces and flaming hair,
And the shrill, chill winds o'er the prairies blow.
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Humility
My virtues in Carara stone
Cut carefully you all my scan;
Beneath I lie, a fetid bone,
The marble worth more than the man.
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Robert William Service
My virtues in Carara stone
Cut carefully you all my scan;
Beneath I lie, a fetid bone,
The marble worth more than the man.
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Robert William Service
Man In Space
All you have to do is listen to the way a man
sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people
and notice how intent he is on making his point
even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver,
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Billy Collins
All you have to do is listen to the way a man
sometimes talks to his wife at a table of people
and notice how intent he is on making his point
even though her lower lip is beginning to quiver,
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Billy Collins
The Dance Of Life
Gracious and lovable and sweet,
She made his jaded pulses beat,
And made the glare of streets grow dim
And life more soft and hushed for himâ?¦.
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Conrad Potter Aiken
Gracious and lovable and sweet,
She made his jaded pulses beat,
And made the glare of streets grow dim
And life more soft and hushed for himâ?¦.
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Conrad Potter Aiken