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William Carlos Williams
I have had my dream--like others-- and it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at t...Rate it

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Edna St. Vincent Millay
And if I loved you Wednesday, Well, what is that to you? I do not love you Thursday - So much is true. And why you come complaining Is more tha...Rate it

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Holy Thursday (Experience)
William Blake
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? C...Rate it

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Holy Thursday (Innocence)
William Blake
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & green Grey headed beadles walked befo...Rate it

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Maundy Thursday
Wilfred Owen
Between the brown hands of a server-lad The silver cross was offered to be kissed. The men came up, lugubrious, but not sad, And knelt reluctantly,...Rate it

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Maundy Thursday
Douglas Noel
MAUNDY THURSDAY A full moon at position 10. Was there such that sorrowful e'en? Did God shine down on Son with moon So full the earth that da...Rate it

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The Shepherd's Week : Thursday; or, The Spell
John Gay
Hobnelia. Hobnelia, seated in a dreary vale, In pensive mood rehears'd her piteous tale, Her piteous tale the wind in sighs bemoan, And pining echo...Rate it

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Thursday Afternoon
Jennifer Lynn Carson
"But you're not supposed to know," he said. "Yeah," I sighed, "but I just want to know a little, like when you get a new book and you read the last...Rate it

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Thursday Before Easter
John Keble
"O holy mountain of my God, "How do thy towers in ruin lie, "How art thou riven and strewn abroad, "Under the rude and wasteful sky!" ‘Twas thu...Rate it

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Thursday Jane
Stuart A. Chasmar
In between hues of red and yellow Her silk kimono faded flapping Drapes the bent limbs of my willow. Now a doe-skinned room divider, A Pirouetteing...Rate it

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