Category: 20th century
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“Cinq Ans Apres” by Frank Gelette Burgess (1866 – 1961)
Ah, yes, I wrote the “Purple Cow”— I’m Sorry, now, I wrote it; But I can tell you Anyhow I’ll Kill you if you Quote it!
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“A Learned Man Came to Me Once” by Stephen Crane (1871 – 1900)
An Excerpt from a #Poem by #StephenCrane” “…Soon, too soon, were we Where my eyes were useless, And I knew not the ways of my feet.”
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“A Man” by Louis Untermeyer (1885 – 1977)
Excertp from a #Poem by #LouisUntermeyer: “…Then I thought of you, Your gentle soul, Your large and quiet kindness; Ready to caution and console, And, with an almost blindness To what was mean and low…”
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“Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)
#Poetry by #RobertFrost: “…But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.”
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“My Light with Yours” by Edgar Lee Masters (1868 – 1950)
“My Light with Yours” by EDGAR LEE MASTERS I When the sea has devoured the ships, And the spires and the towers Have gone back to the hills. And all the cities Are one with the plains again. And the beauty of bronze,…
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“The Slave Mother” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825 – 1911)
He is not hers, although she bore For him a mother’s pains; He is not hers, although her blood Is coursing through his veins!
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“Eliza Harris” by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825 – 1911)
So fragile and lovely, so fearfully pale, Like a lily that bends to the breath of the gale, Save the heave of her breast, and the sway of her hair, You’d have thought her a statue of fear and despair.
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“Lines” by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper (1825 – 1911)
On his brow he wore a helmet Decked with strange and cruel art; Every jewel was a life-drop Wrung from some poor broken heart.
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“Let the Light Enter” by Francis Ellen Watkins Harper (1825 – 1911)
“Not for greater gifts of genius; Not for thoughts more grandly bright, All the dying poet whispers Is a prayer for light, more light.”
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“Fletcher McGee” by Edgar Lee Masters (1868 – 1950)
“They set the lips, and sagged the cheeks, And drooped the eyes with sorrow. My soul had entered in the clay, Fighting like seven devils.”