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The Joy of Incompleteness

© Anonymous

If all our life were one broad glare
Of sunlight, clear, unclouded;
If all our path were smooth and fair,
By no soft gloom enshrouded;

To The Right Honourable William, Earl Of Dartmouth, His Majesty's Principal Secretary Of The State For North-America,

© Phillis Wheatley

HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn,
Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn:
The northern clime beneath her genial ray,
Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway:

Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy

Yet the dead youth must go on alone.
In silence the elder Lament brings him
as far as the gorge where it shimmers in the moonlight:
The Foutainhead of Joy. With reverance she names it,
saying: "In the world of mankind it is a life-bearing stream."

To Lou Andreas-Salome

© Rainer Maria Rilke

Memory won't suffice here: from those moments
there must be layers of pure existence
on my being's floor, a precipitate
from that immensely overfilled solution.

i am a little church

© Edward Estlin Cummings

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

The First Dream

© Billy Collins

The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight
and as I lean against the door of sleep
I begin to think about the first person to dream,
how quiet he must have seemed the next morning

On Turning Ten

© Billy Collins

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

Hymn To Adversity

© Thomas Gray

Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!

The Sompnour's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

1. Carrack: A great ship of burden used by the Portuguese; the
name is from the Italian, "cargare," to load

The Man of Law's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

1. Plight: pulled; the word is an obsolete past tense from
"pluck."

The Knight's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Upon that other side, Palamon,
When that he wist Arcita was agone,
Much sorrow maketh, that the greate tower
Resounded of his yelling and clamour
The pure* fetters on his shinnes great *very
Were of his bitter salte teares wet.

The Courtship of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo

© Edward Lear

I On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early pumpkins blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?.

Salut au Monde.

© Walt Whitman

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O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such joind unended links, each hookd to the next!

Cavalry Crossing a Ford.

© Walt Whitman

A LINE in long array, where they wind betwixt green islands;
They take a serpentine coursetheir arms flash in the sunHark to the musical
clank;
Behold the silvery riverin it the splashing horses, loitering, stop to drink;

As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontarios Shores.

© Walt Whitman

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AS I sat alone, by blue Ontarios shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace returnd, and the dead that return no
more,

Whispers of Heavenly Death.

© Walt Whitman

WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmurd I hear;
Labial gossip of nightsibilant chorals;
Footsteps gently ascendingmystical breezes, wafted soft and low;
Ripples of unseen riverstides of a current, flowing, forever flowing;

Poem of Joys.

© Walt Whitman

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O TO make the most jubilant poem!
Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of Death.
O full of music! full of manhood, womanhood, infancy!

When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloomd.

© Walt Whitman

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WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.