TENURE POEMS
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The Woful Tale Of Mr. Peters
I should like, good friends, to mention the disaster which befell
Mr. William Perry Peters, of the town of Muscatel,
Whose fate is full of meaning, if correctly understood
Admonition to the haughty, consolation to the good.
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Ambrose Bierce
Muse
In my youth's years, she loved me, I am sure.
The flute of seven pipes she gave in my tenure
And harked to me with smile -- without speed,
Along the ringing holes of the reed,
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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
Dorothy Q.
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less;
Girlish bust, but womanly air;
Smooth, square forehead with uprolled hair;
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Oliver Wendell Holmes
Eclogue The Third
Wouldst thou kenn Nature in her better parte?
Goe, serche the logges and bordels of the hynde ;
Gyfe theye have anie, itte ys roughe-made arte,
Inne hem you see the blakied forme of kynde .
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Thomas Chatterton
Hope Against Hope
The structure was laid to burn anarchy,
Enshrined codes to give hope to the hopeless,
And give home to the homeless.
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Emmanuel Goto
Indigo
There is a song in the air
A drop in the void
A whisper among whispers
& echoes creep out of crevices
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Delumozie Sandra Uche
Alooter
Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
Solidarity is forever
We shall always fight for our right
.....
Olorode Samuel
Dorothy Q. - A Family Portrait
I cannot tell the story of Dorothy Q. more simply in prose than I have told it in verse, but I can add something to it. Dorothy was the daughter of Judge Edmund Quincy, and the niece of Josiah Quincy, junior, the young patriot and orator who died just before the American Revolution, of which he was one of the most eloquent and effective promoters. The son of the latter, Josiah Quincy, the first mayor of Boston bearing that name, lived to a great age, one of the most useful and honored citizens of his time. The canvas of the painting was so much decayed that it had to be replaced by a new one, in doing which the rapier thrust was of course filled up.
Grandmother's mother: her age, I guess,
Thirteen summers, or something less;
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Oliver Wendell Holmes