Tag: poetry
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Inversnaid
Written By Gerard Manley Hopkins This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds Despair to…
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History
Written By Laurence Binyon Time has stored all, but keeps his chronicle In secret, beyond all our probe or gauge. There flows the human story, vast and full; And here a muddy trickle smears the page. The things our hearts remember make a sound So faint; so loud the menace and applause. The gleaners come,…
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Eight o’ Clock
He stood, and heard the steeple Sprinkle the quarters on the morning town. One, two, three, four, to market-place and people It tossed them down. Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck. A.E Housman
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At The Round Earth’s Imagin’d Corners
At the round earth’s imagin’d corners, blow Your trumpets, Angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls, and to your scatter’d bodies go, All whom the flood did, and fire shall o’erthrow All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain, and you whose eyes, Shall behold God, and…
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Death Be Not Proud
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest…
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The nymph’s reply to the shepherd
By Sir Walter Raleigh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherds tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complain of…
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The passionate shepherd to his love
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales and fields, And all the craggy mountain yields. There we will sit upon the rocks, And we will see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And…
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To the virgins, to make much of time
Gather ye rose Rose-buds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious Lamp Of Heaven, the Sun, The higher he’s a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he’s to setting. That Age is best, which is the first, When…
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The parting
Since there’s no help, come and let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done; you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again,…
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My True Love Hath My Heart
My true love hath my heart and I have his, By just exchange one for another given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven. My true love hath my heart and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart…
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