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A Winter Night
— Sara Teasdale
My window-pane is starred with frost, The world is bitter cold to-night, The moon is cruel, and the wind Is like a two-edged sword to smite. God pity...
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There was, before me,
— Stephen Crane
There was, before me, Mile upon mile Of snow, ice, burning sand. And yet I could look beyond all this, To a place of infinite beauty; And I could s...
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Cupid's Arrows
— Rudyard Kipling
Pit where the buffalo cooled his hide, By the hot sun emptied, and blistered and dried; Log in the plume-grass, hidden and lone; Bund where the earth-ra...
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Old Botany Bay
— Dame Mary Gilmore
"I'm old Botany Bay; stiff in the joints, little to say. I am he who paved the way, that you might walk at your ease to-day; I was the conscript sent ...
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Fragmentary Blue
— Robert Frost
Why make so much of fragmentary blue In here and there a bird, or butterfly, Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye, When heaven presents in sheets th...
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The Birth Place of Pleasure
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
At the creation of the Earth Pleasure, that divinest birth, From the soil of Heaven did rise, Wrapped in sweet wild melodies-- Like an exhalation wreath...
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Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved
— William Wordsworth
YES! thou art fair, yet be not moved To scorn the declaration, That sometimes I in thee have loved My fancy's own creation. Imagination needs must stir...
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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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Swan Song
— Algernon Charles Swinburne
We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man’s lure; And love grown faint and fretful, With lips b...
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The Frog
— Hilaire Belloc
Be kind and tender to the Frog, And do not call him names, As 'Slimy skin,' or 'Polly-wog,' Or likewise 'Ugly James,' Or 'Gap-a-grin,' or 'Toad-gone-wro...
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Clotilde
— Guillaume Apollinaire
The anemone and flower that weeps have grown in the garden plain where Melancholy sleeps between Amor and Disdain There our shadows linger too that the ...
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The Wood of Flowers
— James Stephens
I went to the Wood of Flowers (No one was with me): I was there alone for hours. I was happy as could be In the Wood of Flowers. There was grass on...
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The Skies can't keep their secret!
— Emily Dickinson
The Skies can't keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils! A Bird—by chance—that goes that...
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The Swan
— Rainer Maria Rilke
This laboring of ours with all that remains undone, as if still bound to it, is like the lumbering gait of the swan. And then our dying—releasing ourse...
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The Walk
— Thomas Hardy
You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree As in earlier days, By the gated ways: You were weak and lame, So you never came, And I went alone...
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The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
— William Butler Yeats
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain Under a broken tree, My chair was nearest to the fire In every company That talked of love or politics, Ere Time transf...
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Wine Of The Fairies
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
I am drunk with the honey wine Of the moon-unfolded eglantine, Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls. The bats, the dormice, and the moles Sleep in the ...
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On the Critical Attitude
— Bertolt Brecht
The critical attitude Strikes many people as unfruitful That is because they find the state Impervious to their criticism But what in this case is an un...
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Kim
— Rudyard Kipling
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between -- thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath h...
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The World's Wanderers
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
I. Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? II. Tell me, Moon, ...
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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
— Emily Dickinson
She sweeps with many-colored brooms, And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purpl...
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Jacinths And Jessamines
— Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Jacinths and jessamines and jonquils sweet, All odorous pale flowers from Orient lands, No vain red roses strew I at thy feet, Emblems of grief and thee...
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An Easter Flower Gift
— John Greenleaf Whittier
O dearest bloom the seasons know, Flowers of the Resurrection blow, Our hope and faith restore; And through the bitterness of death And loss and sorrow,...
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- (341)
— Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs The stiff Heart questions, was it He, that bore, And Yesterday, or Ce...
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Cheery Beggar
— Gerard Manley Hopkins
Beyond Mágdalen and by the Bridge, on a place called there the Plain, In Summer, in a burst of summertime Following falls and falls of rain, When the...
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