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O Lady Moon by Christina Rossetti

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O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:  Shine, be increased;O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:  Wane, be at rest.

Outcast by Claude McKay

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For the dim regions whence my fathers came My spirit, bondaged by the body, longs. Words felt, but never heard, my lips would frame; My soul would sing forgotten jungle…

The Merry Maid by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Oh, I am grown so free from care  Since my heart broke!I set my throat against the air,  I laugh at simple folk! There’s little kind and little fair  Is worth its weight…

Message by Sara Teasdale

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I heard a cry in the night, A thousand miles it came,Sharp as a flash of light, My name, my name! It was your voice I heard, You waked and…

Initial Love by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Venus, when her son was lost,Cried him up and down the coast,In hamlets, palaces, and parks,And told the truant by his marks,Golden curls, and quiver, and bow;—This befell long ago.Time…

My Last Duchess by Robert Browning

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That’s my last duchess painted on the wall,Looking as if she were alive. I callThat piece a wonder, now: Fra Pandolf’s handsWorked busily a day, and there she stands.Will’t please…

In The Moonlight by Thomas Hardy

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“O lonely workman, standing thereIn a dream, why do you stare and stareAt her grave, as no other grave where there?” “If your great gaunt eyes so importuneHer soul by…

Penelope by Dorothy Parker

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In the pathway of the sun,  In the footsteps of the breeze,Where the world and sky are one,  He shall ride the silver seas,    He shall cut the glittering wave.I shall sit at…

Punctuality by Lewis Carroll

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Man Naturally loves delay,And to procrastinate;Business put off from day to dayIs always done to late. Let ever hour be in its placeFirm fixed, nor loosely shift,And well enjoy the…

Come On In, The Senility Is Fine by Ogden Nash

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People live forever in Jacksonville and St. Petersburg and Tampa,But you don’t have to live forever to become a grampa.The entrance requirements for grampahood are comparatively mild,You only have to…

A Lecture upon the Shadow by John Donne

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Stand still, and I will read to theeA lecture, love, in love’s philosophy.;;;;;;These three hours that we have spent,;;;;;;Walking here, two shadows wentAlong with us, which we ourselves produc’d.But, now…

Polarity by Claude McKay

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Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, For there’s no plane on which we two may meet? Let’s both forgive, forget, for both were blind, And life is of a…

On Keats by Christina Rossetti

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A garden in a garden: a green spot  Where all is green: most fitting slumber-place  For the strong man grown weary of a raceSoon over. Unto him a goodly lotHath fallen in…

St. Agnes’ Eve by Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Deep on the convent-roof the snowsAre sparkling to the moon:My breath to heaven like vapour goes;May my soul follow soon!The shadows of the convent-towersSlant down the snowy sward,Still creeping with…

Hamatreya by Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint, Possessed the land which rendered to their toil Hay, corn, roots, ****, flax, apples, wool and wood. Each of these landlords walked amidst his…

The Mystery by Sara Teasdale

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Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine,Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the rangeOf each other’s moods And how…

My Star by Robert Browning

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All that I knowOf a certain star,Is, it can throw(Like the angled spar)Now a dart of red,Now a dart of blue,Till my friends have saidThey would fain see, too,My star…

Pregunta by Octavio Paz

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Dejame, si, dejame, dios o angel, demonio.Dejame a solas, turba angelica,solo conmigo, con mi multitud.Estoy con uno como yo,que no me reconoce y me muestra mis armas;con uno que me…

Last Words To A Dumb Friend by Thomas Hardy

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Pet was never mourned as you,Purrer of the spotless hue,Plumy tail, and wistful gazeWhile you humoured our ***** ways,Or outshrilled your morning callUp the stairs and through the hall—Foot suspended…

Philosophy by Dorothy Parker

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If I should labor through daylight and dark,   Consecrate, valorous, serious, true,Then on the world I may blazon my mark;   And what if I don’t, and what if I do?

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