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Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind…
William Shakepeare(1564-1616) Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man’s ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy...
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A circular
Thomas Hardy(1840-1928) A Circular As ‘legal representative’ I read a missive not my own, On new designs the senders give For clothes, in tints as shown. Here figure blouses, gowns for tea, And...
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A fond kiss
Robert Burns(1759 – 1796) A Fond Kiss A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say...
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A character
A Character I marvel how Nature could ever find space For so many strange contrasts in one human face: There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom And bustle and sluggishness,...
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Adieu
Dante Gabriel Rossetti(1828–1882) Adieu WAVING whispering trees, What do you say to the breeze And what says the breeze to you? ‘Mid passing souls ill at ease, Moving murmuring trees, Would ye ever...
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Childhood
Childhood Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. See it springing all around us – Glad to know,...
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A bird came down
Emily Dickinson(1830-1886) A Bird Came Down A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew From a convenient grass,...
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You Taught Me Waiting With Myself
Emily Dickinson(1830 –1886) You Taught Me Waiting With Myself 740 You taught me Waiting with Myself— Appointment strictly kept— You taught me fortitude of Fate— This—also—I have learnt— An Altitude of...
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Witches Chant
William Shakespeare(1564 – 1616) Witches Chant (from Macbeth) Round about the couldron go: In the poisones entrails throw. Toad,that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Sweated venom...
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The white cliffs
The White Cliffs I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply Out of the sea that once made her secure. I had...
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