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The Hill We Climb
— Amanda Gorman
When day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We braved the belly of the b...
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Baby Biddie, Just What do you call Two Mexican Firefighters?
— Nobody Nose
This Saturday Night A rainy night I sit and think about My Baby Brigid's eyebrows They're just as thick as mine. I know about them - have seen her Eyeb...
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Marital Bliss
— Nobody Nose
I think of you The following way (and forgive my doing so if you can, but I can't help it I must say): You and I, in bed Having brunch After pulling an ...
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April Showers
— James Stephens
The leaves are fresh after the rain, The air is cool and clear, The sun is shining warm again, The sparrows hopping in the lane Are brisk and full o...
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Ode To A Nightingale
— John Keats
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 p...
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The ocean said to me once,
— Stephen Crane
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go you and tell her this -- Her lover I have laid ...
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The Soldier
— Rupert Brooke
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer...
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Carpe Diem
— William Shakespeare
O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear! your true-love's coming That can sing both high and low; Trip no further, pretty sweeting, ...
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A Watch In The Night
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright, ...
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The Sun Travels
— Robert Louis Stevenson
The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at ho...
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Baby's Dreams
— Isabella Valancy Crawford
I SAW a fairy twine, Of star-white jessamine, A dainty seat, shaped like an airy swing, With two round yellow stars Against the misty bars Of night; she...
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Alone
— Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common...
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Waste Of Time (but not of feelings)
— Nobody Nose
1 January 17th 2 On a freezing day 3 2017 4 I ran into you 5 Almost by chance 6 Not knowing that 7 Since the time elapsed 8 I'd've liked to know more of...
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H. Baptism II
— George Herbert
Since, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Is all the passage, on my infancy Thou didst lay hold, and antedate My faith in me. O let me still W...
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Complaint
— William Carlos Williams
They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks. The door opens. I smile, enter and shak...
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The Birds
— Hilaire Belloc
When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or sold. And yet w...
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To A Kiss
— Robert Burns
Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin kiss. Speak...
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Columbus Cheney
— Edgar Lee Masters
This weeping willow! Why do you not plant a few For the millions of children not yet born, As well as for us? Are they not non-existent, or cells asleep...
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Birth And Death
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother, Night and day, on all things that draw breath, Reign, while time keeps friends with one another Birth a...
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The Little Children
— Francis Ledwidge
Hunger points a bony finger To the workhouse on the hill, But the little children linger While there's flowers to gather still For my sunny window sill....
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A Fence
— Carl Sandburg
Now the stone house on the lake front is finished and the workmen are beginning the fence. The palings are made of iron bars with steel points that c...
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Song Of Proserpine While Gathering Flowers On The Plain Of Enna
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods and men and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe ...
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I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
— Robert Graves
Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their hearts desire: Jingle pockets full of gold, Ma...
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Low-Tide
— Edna St. Vincent Millay
These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went d...
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Midnight in Sitka Park
— Sonia Walker
The silence of the park seizes the hour of dusk, where majestic snow-capped mountains adjoin the skies of midnight blue; a halo of light encircles the ...
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