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A Farewell by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,     Thy tribute wave deliver:No more by thee my steps shall be,     For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,    …

A Bird Song by Christina Rossetti

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It’s a year almost that I have not seen her:Oh, last summer green things were greener,Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer. It’s surely summer, for there’s a swallow:Come one swallow,…

Afterwards by Thomas Hardy

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When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,     And the May month ***** its glad green leaves like wings,Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say,     “He…

A Certain Lady by Dorothy Parker

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Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,And drink your rushing words with eager lips,And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,And trace your brows with tutored…

After Love by Sara Teasdale

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There is no magic any more, We meet as other people do,You work no miracle for me Nor I for you. You were the wind and I the sea— There…

Absence by Claude McKay

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Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool, Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool. Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from…

Vuelta by Octavio Paz

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Voces al doblar la esquina                                               vocesentre los…

All Things Will Die by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing       Under my eye;Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing       Over the sky.One after another the white clouds are fleeting;Every heart this…

Alms by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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My heart is what it was before,  A house where people come and go;But it is winter with your love,  The sashes are beset with snow. I light the lamp and lay…

A Birthday by Christina Rossetti

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My heart is like a singing birdWhose nest is in a water’d shoot;My heart is like an apple-treeWhose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;My heart is like a rainbow shellThat…

Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? by Thomas Hardy

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“Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one?—planting rue?”—”No: yesterday he went to wedOne of the brightest wealth has bred.‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,‘That I should…

Broadway by Sara Teasdale

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This is the quiet hour; the theaters Have gathered in their crowds, and steadily The million lights blaze on for few to see,Robbing the sky of stars that should be…

Adolescence by Claude McKay

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There was a time when in late afternoon The four-o’clocks would fold up at day’s close Pink-white in prayer, and ‘neath the floating moon I lay with them in calm…

A Very Short Song by Dorothy Parker

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Once, when I was young and true,  Someone left me sad–Broke my brittle heart in two;  And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk,  Love is but a curse.Once there was…

Vaiven by Octavio Paz

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Vuelve a la noche,racimo de horas sombrias;cortalo, come el fruto de tiniebla,saborea la ignoranciaCon orgullo de arbolplantado de pleno torbellinote desvistes                  …

A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll

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A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear —Long has paled that…

Blow, Bugle, Blow by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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The splendour falls on castle walls      And snowy summits old in story:    The long light shakes across the lakes,      And the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,Blow,…

Architectural Masks by Thomas Hardy

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I There is a house with ivied walls,And mullioned windows worn and old,And the long dwellers in those hallsHave souls that know but sordid calls,And dote on gold. II In…

A Green Cornfield by Christina Rossetti

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“And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.” The earth was green, the sky was blue:  I saw and heard one sunny mornA skylark hang between the two,  A singing speck…

But Not To Me by Sara Teasdale

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The April night is still and sweet With flowers on every tree;Peace comes to them on quiet feet,    But not to me. My peace is hidden in his breast Where I…