Juan's Song - Louis Bogan
When beauty breaks and falls asunder
I feel no grief for it, but wonder
When love, like a frail shell, lies
broken,
I keep no chip of it for token.
I never had a man for a friend
Who did not know that love must
end.
I never had a girl for lover
Who could discern when love was
over.
What the wise doubt, the fool believes-
Who is it, then, that love deceives?
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She Dwelt
Among The Untrodden Ways - William Wordsworth
She dwelt among
the untrodden ways
Besides the
springs of Dove
A Maid whom
there were none to praise
And very few
to love;
A violet by
a mossy stone
Half hidden
from the eye
Fair as a
stra, when only one
Is shining
in the sky.
She lived unknow,
and few could know
When Lucy
ceased to be;
But she is
in her grave, and, oh,
The difference
to me!
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I WANDERED
lonely as a cloud - William Wordsworth
I WANDERED
lonely as a cloud
That floats
on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at
once I saw a crowd,
A host, of
golden daffodils;
Beside the
lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering
and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous
as the stars that shine
And twinkle
on the milky way,
They stretched
in never-ending line
Along the
margin of a bay:
Ten thousand
saw I at a glance,
Tossing their
heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside
them danced; but they
Out-did the
sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could
not but be gay,
In such a
jocund company:
I gazed--and
gazed--but little thought
What wealth
the show to me had brought:
For oft, when
on my couch I lie
In vacant
or in pensive mood,
They flash
upon that inward eye
Which is the
bliss of solitude;
And then my
heart with pleasure fills,
And dances
with the daffodils.
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Song
- William Blake
How sweet I
roam'd from field to field
And tasted
all the summer's pride,
Till I the
prince of love beheld
Who in the
sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me
lilies for my hair
And blushing
roses for my brow;
He led me
through his gardens fair,
where all
his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet
May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus
fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught
me in his silken net,
And shut me
in his golden cage.
He loves to
sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing,
sports & plays with me;
Then stretches
out my golden wing,
And mocks
my loss of liberty.
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Nothing
Gold Can Stay - Robert Frost
Nature's first
green is gold,
Her hardest
hue to hold.
Her early
leaf's a flower;
But only so
an hour.
Then leaf
subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank
to grief,
So dawn goes
down to day.
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The Road
Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged
in a yellow wood,
And sorry
I could not travel both
And be one
traveler, long I stood
And looked
down one as far as I could
To where it
bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the
other, as just as fair,
And having
perhaps the better claim,
Because it
was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as
for that the passing there
Had worn them
really about the same,
And both that
morning equally lay
In leaves
no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept
the first for another day!
Yet knowing
how way leads on to way,
I doubted
if I should ever come back.
I shall be
telling this with a sigh
Somewhere
ages and ages hence:
Two roads
diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the
one less traveled by,
And that has
made all the difference.
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Hope
is the Thing With Feathers - Emily Dickinson
Hope is the
thing with feathers
That perches
in the soul,
And sings
the tune without the words,
And never
stops at all,
And
sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must
be the storm
That could
abash the little bird
That kept
so many warm.
I've
heard it in the chillest land
And on the
strangest sea;
Yet, never,
in extremity,
It asked a
crumb of me.
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The Meaning
of Simplicity - Yannis Ritsos
I hide behind
simple things so you'll find me;
If you don't
find me, you'll find the things,
you'll touch
what my hand has touched,
our hand-prints
will merge.
The August
moon glitters in the kitchen
like a tin-plated
pot (it gets that way
because of
what I'm saying to you),
it lights
up the empty house and
the house's
kneeling silence-
always the
silence remains kneeling.
Every word
is a doorway
to a meeting,
one often cancelled,
and that's
when a word is true:
when it insists
on the meeting.
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Phenomenal
Woman
- Maya Angelou
Pretty women
wonder where my secret lies.
I'm
not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But
when I start to tell them,
They
think I'm telling lies.
I
say,
It's
in the reach of my arms,
The
span of my hips,
The
stride of my step,
The
curl of my lips.
I'm
a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's
me.
I walk into
a room
Just
as cool as you please,
And
to a man,
The
fellows stand or
Fall
down on their knees.
Then
they swarm around me,
A
hive of honey bees.
I
say,
It's
the fire in my eyes,
And
the flash of my teeth,
The
wing in my waist,
And
the joy in my feet.
I'm
a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's
me.
Men
themselves have wondered
What
they see in me.
They
try so much
But
they can't touch
My
inner mystery.
When
I try to show them
They
say they can't see.
I
say,
It's
in the arch of my back,
The
sun of my smile,
The
ride of my breasts,
The
grace of my style.
I'm
a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's
me.
Now
you understand
Just
why my head's not bowed.
I
don't shout or jump about
Or
have to talk real loud.
When
you see me passing
It
ought to make you proud.
I
say,
It's
in the click of my heels,
The
bend of my hair,
The
palm of my hand,
The
need for my care.
'Cause
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal
woman,
That's
me.
A Red, Red
Rose - Robert Burns
O, my luve
is like a red, red rose,
That's newly
sprung in June.
O, my luve's
like a melodie,
That's sweetly
play'd in tune.
As fair art
thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in
luve am I,
And I will
luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the
seas gang dry.
Till a' the
seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks
melt wi' the sun!
And I will
luve thee still, my dear,
While the
sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee
weel, my only luve!
And fare thee
weel, a while!
And I will
come again, my luve,
Tho' twere
ten thousand mile!
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