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God lay dead in heaven; Angels sang the hymn of the end; Purple winds went moaning, Their wings drip-dripping With blood That fell upon the earth. It, groaning thing, Turned black and sank. Then from the far caverns Of dead sins Came monsters, livid with desire. They fought, Wrangled over the world, A morsel. But of all sadness this was sad - A woman's arms tried to shield The head of a sleeping man From the jaws of the final beast.
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Little Mary Bell had a Fairy in a Nut Long John Brown had the Devil in his Gut Long John Brown lovd Little Mary Bell And the Fairy drew the Devil into the Nut-shell Her Fairy skipd out & her Fairy skipd in He laughd at the Devil saying Love is a Sin The devil he raged & the Devil he was wroth And the devil enterd into the Young Mans broth He was soon in the Gut of the loving Young Swain For John eat & drank to drive away Loves pain But all he could do he grew thinner & thinner Tho he eat & drank as much as ten Men for his dinner Some said he had a Wolf in his stomach day & night Some said he had the Devil & they guessd right The fairy skipd about in his glory Joy & Pride And he laughd at the Devil till poor John Brown died Then the Fairy skipd out of the old Nut shell And woe & alack for Pretty Mary Bell For the Devil crept in when The Fairy skipd out And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old Nut
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anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did. Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain children guessed(but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone’s any was all to her someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down) one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes. Women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
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Lament over Love I hope my child’ll Never love a man. I say I hope my child’ll Never love a man. Love can hurt you Mo’n anything else can. I’m goin’ down to the river An’ I ain’t goin’ there to swim; Down to the river, Ain’t goin’ there to swim. My true love’s left me And I’m goin’ there to think about him. Love is like whiskey, Love is like red, red wine. Love is like whiskey, Love is sweet red wine. If you want to be happy You got to love all the time. I’m goin’ up in a tower Tall as a tree is tall, Up in a tower Tall as a tree is tall. Gonna think about my man— And let my fool-self fall.
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A Dream Within a Dream BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow — You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
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The schoolboy (by William Blake) I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company! But to go to school in a summer morn, - O it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay. Ah then at times I drooping sit, And spend many an anxious hour; Nor in my book can I take delight, Nor sit in learning's bower, Worn through with the dreary shower. How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring! O father and mother if buds are nipped, And blossoms blown away; And if the tender plants are stripped Of their joy in the springing day, By sorrow and care's dismay, - How shall the summer arise in joy, Or the summer fruits appear? Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear?
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The tide rises, the tide falls (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveller hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore, And the tide rises, the tide falls.
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Ballad of the gypsy (by Langston Hughes) I went to the Gypsy’s. Gypsy settin’ all alone. I said, Tell me, Gypsy, When will my gal be home? Gypsy said, Silver, Put some silver in my hand And I’ll look into the future And tell you all I can. I crossed her palm with silver, Then she started in to lie. She said, Now, listen, Mister, She’ll be here by and by. Aw, what a lie! I been waitin’ and a-waitin’ And she ain’t come home yet. Something musta happened To make my gal forget. Uh! I hates a lyin’ Gypsy Will take good money from you, Tell you pretty stories And take your money from you– But if I was a Gypsy I would take your money, too.
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The arrow and the song (by Hanry Wadsworth Longfellow) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
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Her eyes (by John Crowe Ransom) To a woman that I knew Were eyes of an extravagant hue: Viz. , china blue. Those I wear upon my head Are sometimes green and sometimes red, I said. My mother's eyes are wet and blear, My little sister's are not clear, Poor silly dear. It must be given to but few, A pair of eyes so utter blue And new. Where does she keep them from this glare Of the monstrous sun and the wind's flare Without any wear; And were they never in the night Poisoned by artificial light Much too bright; And had this splendid beast no heart That boiled with tears and baked with smart The ocular part? I'll have no business with those eyes, They are not kind, they are not wise, Painted pigsties. A woman shooting such blue flame I apprehend will get some blame On her good name.
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Good-bye (by Ralph Waldo Emerson) Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home: Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine. Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I've been tossed like the driven foam; But now, proud world! I'm going home. Good-bye to Flattery's fawning face; To Grandeur with his wise grimace; To upstart Wealth's averted eye; To supple Office, low and high; To crowded halls, to court and street; To frozen hearts and hasting feet; To those who go, and those who come; Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home. I am going to my own hearth-stone, Bosomed in yon green hills alone, — A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green, the livelong day, Echo the blackbird's roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God. O, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines, Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all, in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?
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The day is done (by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow) The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, And banish the thoughts of day. Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavor; And to-night I long for rest. Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies. Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.

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