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Fighting The Fastest Wing Of Communication

Fighting is not sinning,
fighting is cleaning
of social,political or economic injustices,
fighting is the wheel of justice! fighting is the fastest and easiest wing of communication!
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Francis Ngwenya

Francis Ngwenya
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
To Arms!

World! to arms!
Do you shrink?
What! shrink when the hoofs of the Cossack are crushing
The bosom of mother, the tonsure of priest,
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Alfred Austin
The Deserted Village

Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain,
Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain,
Where smiling spring its earliest visits paid,
And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed:
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Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith
Gravikty

I
Fit for perpetual worship is the power
That holds our bodies safely to the earth.

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Harold Monro
Saxe

The mind thats sad it doth relax
The humor of the witty Saxe.
He puts us in a cheerful mood,
Mirthful as our own Tom Hood.
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James Mcintyre
One O'clock In The Morning

At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.

At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.

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Charles Baudelaire

Charles Baudelaire
Songs For The People

Let me make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Wherever they are sung.
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Frances E. W. Harper
Love, Death, And Reputation

Reputation, Love, and Death,
(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath,
The Midd'st compos'd of Restless Fire)
From each other wou'd Retire;
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Anne Kingsmill Finch
Embrace Noir

I go back to the scene where the two men embrace
& grapple a handgun at stomach level between them.

They jerk around the apartment like that
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Nick Flynn
Man Carrying Bale

The tough hand closes gently on the load;
Out of the mind, a voice
Calls 'Lift!' and the arms, remembering well their work,
Lengthen and pause for help.
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Harold Monro
Mesmerism

I.

All I believed is true!
I am able yet
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Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Rokeby: Canto V.

I.
The sultry summer day is done,
The western hills have hid the sun,
But mountain peak and village spire
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Sir Walter Scott

Sir Walter Scott
Ode To W. Kitchener, M.d.

Author of
The Cook's Oracle, Observations on Vocal Music, The Art of Invigorating and Prolonging Life, Practical Observations on Telescopes, Opera-Glasses, and Spectacles, The Housekeeper's Ledger
and
The Pleasure of Making a Will.
.....
Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
Grey

Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves?
Is there mist upon the mountains, where the sun shone yesterday?
Are the little song-birds silent? Is the sky all blurred and grey?
Does the rain fall, patter, patter, from the eaves?
.....

Ada Cambridge
Exquisite Candidate

I can promise you this: food in the White House
will change! No more granola, only fried eggs
flipped the way we like them. And ham ham ham!
Americans need ham! Nothing airy like debate for me!
.....

Denise Duhamel
Central Park Zoo

for Marian

Looking at the zoo the great white park
of a misty winter-s afternoon -You-re great!
.....

Lee Harwood
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages

(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages
- is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E.
coast of Cape Ann, Massachusetts. Salvages is pronounced
to rhyme with assuages. Groaner: a whistling buoy.)
.....
T. S. Eliot

T. S. Eliot
When The Old Man Smokes

In the forenoon's restful quiet,
When the boys are off at school,
When the window lights are shaded
And the chimney-corner cool,
.....
Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Disappointment

And were they but for this, those passionate schemes
Of joy, that I have nursed? indeed for this
That longings, day and night, have filled my dreams?
Now it has come, the hour of bliss,
.....

Robert Laurence Binyon
The Life Of Love Xvi

Spring


Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls,
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Khalil Gibran
Retaliation

Of old, when Scarron his companions invited,
Each guest brought his dish, and the feast was united;
If our landlord supplies us with beef, and with fish,
Let each guest bring himself, and he brings the best dish:
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Oliver Goldsmith

Oliver Goldsmith
At Liberty

1.

No sight to me like sight of ships.
No wine to me like salt- spray thrown
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Ada Cambridge
Prologue[1] To His Royal Highness,

UPON HIS FIRST APPEARANCE AT THE DUKE'S THEATRE, AFTER HIS RETURN FROM SCOTLAND, 1682.


In those cold regions which no summers cheer,
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John Dryden

John Dryden
June On The Merrimac

O dwellers in the stately towns,
What come ye out to see?
This common earth, this common sky,
This water flowing free?
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Bakchesarian Fountain

A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.
Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye,
As though some spell in sorrow bound him,
His slavish courtiers thronging nigh,
.....

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Songs For The People.

Let me make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Wherever they are sung.
.....

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Paradise Lost - Book Vi

All night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd
Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn,
Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand
Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave
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John Milton

John Milton
Dolores

(NOTRE-DAME DES SEPT DOULEURS.)


Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Algernon Charles Swinburne
Expostulation

OUR fellow-countrymen in chains!
Slaves, in a land of light and law!
Slaves, crouching on the very plains
Where rolled the storm of Freedom's war!
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
The Lord Of The Isles: Canto Ii

I.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!
Through the loud hall, in joyous concert pour'd,
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Walter Scott (sir)
Gardeners Grouch

There's a looper caterpillar in my lupins,
There are weevils weaving strands about my stocks,
There are throngs of thieving thrips
On my seedlings and my slips,
.....

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
In The St. Gotthardt Pass

The storm which shook the silence of the hills
And sleeping pinnacles of ancient snow
Went muttering off in one last thunder throe
Mixed with a moan of multitudinous rills;
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Mathilde Blind
Relax

Do you recall that happy bike
With bundles on our backs?
How near to heaven it was like
To blissfully relax!
.....

Robert William Service
Empedocles On Etna - A Dramatic Poem

PERSONS:
EMPEDOCLES.
PAUSANIAS, a Physician.
CALLICLES, a young Harp-player.
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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
Memorials Of A Tour In Italy, 1837 - I. - Musings Near Aquapendente - April 1837

Ye Apennines! with all your fertile vales
Deeply embosomed, and your winding shores
Of either sea an Islander by birth,
A Mountaineer by habit, would resound
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Ye Wearie Wayfarer, Hys Ballad - (in Eight Fyttes)

Fytte I
By Wood and Wold
[A Preamble]

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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Humanity

What though the Accused, upon his own appeal
To righteous Gods when man has ceased to feel,
Or at a doubting Judge's stern command,
Before the Stone of Power no longer stand
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
In Utrumque Paratus - A Logical Discussion

"Then hey for boot and horse, lad!
And round the world away!
Young blood will have its course, lad!
And every dog his day!"
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon
Ecclesiastical Sonnets - Part Ii. - Iv - Deplorable His Lot Who Tills The Ground

Deplorable his lot who tills the ground,
His whole life long tills it, with heartless toil
Of villain-service, passing with the soil
To each new Master, like a steer or hound,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Cadyow Castle

Addressed to the Right Hon. Lady Anne Hamilton.


When princely Hamilton's abode
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Walter Scott (sir)
The Fire

With beckoning fingers bright
In heaven uplifted, from the darkness wakes,
Upon a sudden, radiant Fire,
And out of slumber shakes
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Robert Laurence Binyon
In Hospital

I
Nothing of itself is in the still'd mind, only
A still submission to each exterior image,
Still as a pool, accepting trees and sky,
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Robert Laurence Binyon
Rokeby: Canto V.

I.
The sultry summer day is done,
The western hills have hid the sun,
But mountain peak and village spire
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Walter Scott (sir)
Solomon On The Vanity Of The World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book Iii.

The Argument
Solomon considers man through the several stages and conditions of life, and concludes, in general, that we are all miserable. He reflects more particularly upon the trouble and uncertainty of greatness and power; gives some instances thereof from Adam down to himself; and still concludes that All Is Vanity. He reasons again upon life, death, and a future being; finds human wisdom too imperfect to resolve his doubts; has recourse to religion; is informed by an angel what shall happen to himself, his family, and his kingdom, till the redemption of Israel; and, upon the whole, resolves to submit his inquiries and anxieties to the will of his Creator.

Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
Thyrsis - A Monody

How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name,
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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
Funeral

The gods held talk together, group'd in knots,
Round Balder's corpse, which they had thither borne;
And Hermod came down towards them from the gate.
And Lok, the Father of the Serpent, first
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Matthew Arnold

Matthew Arnold
The Song Of The Worlds

Along our sun-appointed ways
Gulf into gulf expires;
We know the length of peaceless gyres,
The urge that never stays.
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Clark Ashton Smith