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La Belle Dame Sans Merci
2023-12-06by John Keats Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Ah, what can ...
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by William Shakespeare My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her br...
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My Life's Calling
2023-12-06by Deborah Digges My life's calling, setting fires. Here in a hearth so huge I can stand inside and shove the wood around with my bare hands while...
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Now I Understand
2023-12-06by Linda Gregg Something was pouring out. Filling the field and making it vacant. A wind blowing them sideways as they moved forward. The crying as be...
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by Elizabeth Barrett Browning My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands which loose...
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Nothing Ventured
2023-12-06by Kay Ryan Nothing exists as a block and cannot be parceled up. So if nothing's ventured it's not just talk; it's the big wager. Don'...
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My Last Duchess
2023-12-06by Robert Browning That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf...
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My Heart Leaps Up
2023-12-06by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I sha...
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My Friends
2023-12-06by W. S. Merwin My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave What they love Grief ...
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My Father's Hat
2023-12-06by Mark Irwin Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbli...