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A Haiku by Richard Wright (1908 – 1960; collected in Haiku: This Other World, Arcade Publishing, 1998)
Whitecaps on the bay: A broken signboard banging In the April wind. Richard Wright (collected in Haiku: This Other World, Arcade Publishing, 1998)
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“Love and Friendship” by Emily Brontë
Love is like the wild rose-briar, Friendship like the holly-tree The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring, Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then scorn the silly rose-wreath…
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“The Song of Mr Toad” by Kenneth Grahame
The world has held great Heroes, As history-books have showed; But never a name to go down to fame Compared with that of Toad The clever men at Oxford Know all that there is to be knowed. But they none of them knew one half as much As intelligent Mr Toad! The animals sat in…
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“I had no time to hate, because” by Emily Dickinson (December 10th, 1830 – May 15th, 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.Nor had I time to love, but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
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“On Being Brought from Africa to America” by Phillis Wheately
‘Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable race with scornful eye, “Their colour is a diabolic die.” Remember, Christians, Negros, black as Cain, May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.
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“An Hymn to Morning” by Phillis Wheatley
ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour’d nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song. Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the…
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“God Works In A Mysterious Way” by William Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm.
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“The Lullaby of a Lover” by George Gascoigne
Sing lullaby, as women do, Wherewith they bring their babes to rest, And lullaby can I sing too As womanly as can the best. With lullaby they still the child, And if I be not much beguiled, Full many wanton babes have I Which must be stilled with lullaby. First lullaby my youthful years;…
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“Hope is the Thing with Feathers” by 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 chilliest land And…
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“Death Be Not Proud” by John Donne
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of…
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