Men poems

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Textbook Case:

© Holbrook Susan

1. What was the conflict driving the conversation? Can you state it in one sentence?

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I. M. R.T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) [Invictus]

© William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

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The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers

© Ernest Hemingway

In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain

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Pascal's Wager

© Hall Kate

'If God does not exist, one will lose nothing by believing in him, whileif he does exist, one will lose everything by not believing.'-- Blaise Pascal

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Rags and Robes

© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train

"Hark, hark! The dogs do bark;Beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags,And some in velvet gowns!"

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Palliative Care

© Greene Richard

The journey goes past healing to placeslike this, where Demerol and morphineseparate the last of our consciousnessfrom a body shrinking away to pain

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Ordinary, Moving

© Gotlieb Phyllis

is the name of the gamelaughing, talking where the ball bouncesin the forgotten schoolyardone hand, the other hand; one foot, the other footyou know the one(Saturday Afternoon Kidblackball-cracker, scotchmint-muncherhandkerchief-chewer extraordinary)clap front, clap backballthwack on the boardfencefront and back, back and frontarms of old beeches reaching over drop theirsawtooth leaves in your hair (as I was sitting beneath a tree a birdie sent his love to me and as I wiped it from my eye I thought: thank goodness cows can't fly)tweedle, twydlecurtsey, saluteand roundaboutuntil you're out

the shadows turn, the light is longand while you're out you sing this song

this year, next year, sometime, never en roule-en ma boule roule-en we'll be friends for ever and ever

Pimperroquet, le roi des papillons se faisant la barbe, il se coupa le menton une, une, c'est la lune deux, deux, c'est le jeuseven, eight trois, trois -- c'est à toi!nine, a-lauraten a-laura echod, shtaimSecord hamelech bashomayim echod, shtaim, sholosh, ar-ba

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A Discourse

© Gotlieb Phyllis

the skeleton's the most articu-late thing there is exceptabout Who made him

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Similar Cases

© Gilman Charlotte Anna Perkins

There was once a little animal, No bigger than a fox,And on five toes he scampered Over Tertiary rocks

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Love's Menu: Pommes de Terre Frites

© William Gay

Fried potatoes is a dishGood as any one could wish:Cheap it is, and appetizing;Turn a saint to gormandizing:Good and cheap and tasty too,Just the thing for Love's Menu.

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XI Mon. January [1736] hath xxxi days.

© Benjamin Franklin

Some have learnt many Tricks of sly Evasion,Instead of Truth they use Equivocation,And eke it out with mental Reservation,Which to good Men is an Abomination

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The Petition for an Absolute Retreat

© Anne Finch - Countess of Winchilsea

(Inscribed to the Right Honourable Catharine Countess of Thanet, mentioned in the poem under the name of Arminda)

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The Menstrual Hut

© Annie Finch

How can I listen to the moon?Your blood will listen, like a charm.

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Ode to the Cambro-Britons and their Harp, His Ballad of Agincourt

© Michael Drayton

Fair stood the wind for France,When we our sails advance;Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry;But putting to the main,At Caux, the mouth of Seine,With all his martial train Landed King Harry.

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Epitaph on Himself

© John Donne

To the Countess of Bedford