Category: America
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“Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep” BY EMMA HART WILLARD (1787 – 1870)
“When in the dead of night I lie And gaze upon the trackless sky, The star-bespangled heavenly scroll, The boundless waters…”
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“Afternoon on a Hill” by Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950)
I will be the gladdest thing Under the sun! I will touch a hundred flowers And not pick one….
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“Acquainted with the Night” by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
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Poem: “When I Heard the Learned Astronomer” by Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room, How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick, Till…
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson
I HAD no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
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“The Gift to Sing” by James Weldon Johnson (1871 – 1938)
Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing…
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“After the Winter” by Claude McKay (1889–1948)
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have sheltered for the night…,
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“Summer Holiday” by Robinson Jeffers (1887 – 1962)
When the sun shouts and people abound One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronze
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“A Clear Midnight” by Walt Whitman
This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best, Night, sleep, death and the stars.
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“Are you the new person drawn toward me?” by Walt Whitman
Are you the new person drawn toward me? To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose; Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal? Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover? Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?…
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