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At Dawn

© Alfred Noyes

O Hesper-Phosphor, far away

  Shining, the first, the last white star,

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Are The Children At Home?

© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

Each day when the glow of sunset  

Fades in the western sky,  

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Absolution

© Edith Nesbit


He stood beside her, young and strong, and swayed
  With pity for the sorrow in her eyes--
Which, as she raised them to his own, conveyed
  Into his soul a sort of sad surprise--

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A Lemon

© Pablo Neruda

Out of lemon flowers

loosed

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Agoraphobia

© Linda Pastan

"Yesterday the bird of night did sit,
Even at noon-day, upon the marketplace,
Hooting and shrieking."
—William Shakespeare

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A Life Of Crime

© William Matthews

Frail friends, I love you all!
Maybe that's the trouble,
storm in the eye of a storm.
Everyone wants too much.
Instead we gratefully accept
some stylized despair:

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A Psalm Of Fortitude

© Joseph Furphy

Are you, like me, a peevish brat,
With feelings extra-fine?
Are you disposed to whip the cat
When misadventure lays your flat?
Then paste this memo in your hat —
A Man Should Never Whine.

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A Voice From The Bush

© Anonymous

High noon, and not a cloud in the sky
To break this blinding sun.
Well, I've half the day before me still,
And most of my journey done.

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Alimony

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Alimony alimony I work till my fingers are bloody and boney
Me oh my oh goodness sake I'm paying for my mistake
She calls it alimony alimony yeah you single men may think it's funny
Till one of these days you're gonna wake and find you're payin' for your mistake

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Autumn Song

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
 Laid on it for a covering,
 And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

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A Nonsense Song

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Rosemary, Rosemary, let down your hair!
The cow's in the hammock, the crow's in the chair!
I was making you songs out of sawdust and silk,
But they came in to call and they spilt them like milk.

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A Sweet Landscape

© James Montgomery

Sweet was the scene! apart the cedars stood.

A sunny islet open'd in the wood;

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Autobiography

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

I am leading a quiet life 

in Mike’s Place every day 

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A Song: “Men of England”

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care
The rich robes your tyrants wear?

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An American Poem

© Eileen Myles

I was born in Boston in

1949. I never wanted

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An Old Tale Re-Told

© Madison Julius Cawein

  Well, the laughter of Yule was turned to tears
  For them and for us. We saw the glare
  Of torches that hurried from chamber to stair;
  And we heard the castle re-echo her name,
  But neither to them nor to us she came.
  And that was the last of Clara of Clare.

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A Vagabond

© James Tate

Well, if it’s permitted, then
let’s regulate him, let’s testify
against his thimble, and moderate his gloves
before they sew an apron.

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Any Lifetime

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
The poison that purifies you is water.

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A Barefoot Boy

© James Whitcomb Riley

A barefoot boy! I mark him at his play—


 For May is here once more, and so is he,—

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America's Prosperity

© Henry Van Dyke

But dost thou prosper? Better news I crave.
  O dearest country, is it well with thee
  Indeed, and is thy soul in health?
A nobler people, hearts more wisely brave,
  And thoughts that lift men up and make them free,-
 These are prosperity and vital wealth!