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The Birds Begin (unknown) Despite the black, the birds begin |
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To Anthea Who May Command Him
Any Thing (Robert Herrick, 1591 - 1674) Bid me to
live, and I will live |
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A friend is like (unknown) A friend is like …. Cheerful chirping crickets on a clear August night Or laying on the warm island sand waiting for the twilight Watching the blinking secrets of fireflies sitting on warm summer grass Or gazing at the dark starry skies on a boat with a creaking mast Listening to cool jazz in a darkened café Or riding snowy wooded lanes in a horse drawn sleigh A warm southern night filled with fireflies and cicadas Mixed with the perfume of Lilacs and magnolias Hand in hand walking thru fields of scintillating crystals of snow As stars proclaim your love while winter winds blow |
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Anticipation Nicholas Rao Curtains for the romance when
the fellow’s got the girl – |
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Renascence Edna St Vincent Millay
All I could see from where I stood |
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Giles Fletcher Part of "Wooing Song" Love the strong and
weak doth yoke, |
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It’s all I have to bring today Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fields— And all the meadows wide— Be sure you count—should I forget Some one the sum could tell— This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell. |
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In the magical forest It was on a lovely, mystic night Full moon was shining big and bright The trees they glistened 'neath the moon I strode there whistling a happy tune There was so much beauty in this place This magical forest filled with grace As the stars they twinkled in the sky This night it raised my spirits high I heard the sound of a mystic flute A lovely sound I’ll not refute As I came across this clearing where I had no choice but to stand and stare There were elves and fairies, Goblins too And they could dance, I’m telling you As the forest folk all gathered round And from this scene such joy they found The bears were there, the foxes too They formed a band with a kangaroo A couple of Dingo’s, and a mouse It was like a kind of open house Everyone did sing a song As the mike it went around the throng Then I awoke, it was a dream! But oh, it was a lovely theme. |
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The Bells of Heaven Ralph Hodgson 'Twould ring the bells of Heaven The wildest peal for years, If Parson lost his senses And people came to theirs, And he and they together Knelt down with angry prayers For tamed and shabby tigers And dancing dogs and bears, And wretched, blind pit ponies, And little hunted hares. |
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Hope is the Thing With Feathers Emily Dickinson "Hope" is the thing with
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The Joy Of Little Things Robert William Service I sometimes wonder, after all, Amid this tangled web of fate, If what is great may not be small, And what is small may not be great. So wondering I go my way, Yet in my heart contentment sings . O may I ever see, I pray, God's grace and love in Little Things. So give to me, I only beg, A little roof to call my own, A little cider in the keg, A little meat upon the bone; A little garden by the sea, A little boat that dips and swings . Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me, O Lord of Life, just Little Things. |
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The Garden Path I scattered myself among the weeds As I strolled along the garden path. My thoughts were strewn like flower seeds Making mischievous fairies laugh. Where once there was a meadow sweet With fragrant flowers and trilling birds Now lay vines tangled 'neath my feet Leaving my heart bereft of words. Upon the dusty overgrown earth God's forsaken creatures creep And not one blossom sees its birth As seedlings lie so deep in sleep. Yet far off, a rumbling refrain Promises the solace that we seek Where tears are washed away by rain And from under bushes, fairies peek. |
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The Land of the Faerie Last night
I dreamed that I had seen |
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THE WITCH Jack Prelutsky She comes by night, in fearsome flight, In garments black as pitch, the queen of doom upon her broom, the wild and wicked witch, a crackling crone with brittle bones and dessicated limbs, two evil eyes with warts and sties and bags about the rims, a dangling nose, ten twisted toes and fold of shriveled skin, cracked and chipped and crackled lips that frame a toothless grin. She hurtles by, she sweeps the sky and hurls a piercing screech. As she swoops past, a spell is cast on all her curses reach. Take care to hide when the wild witch rides to shriek her evil spell. What she may do with a word or two is much too grim to tell. |
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Solitude George Gordon Byron
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William
Wordsworth When from our better selves we have too long |
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Lenore Edgar A. Poe Deep into that darkness
peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, |
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