Tag: poem
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“When I Was One-and-Twenty” by A.E. Housman
“…When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, “The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain…;”
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“If—” by Rudyard Kipling
“If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss…;”
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“Even Such Is Time” by Sir Walter Ralegh (or, Sir Walter Raleigh)
“…But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.”
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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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![“The Art of Poetry [an excerpt]” by Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636 – 1711)](https://stanzaandstory.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/10/nicolas_boileau.png?w=632)
“The Art of Poetry [an excerpt]” by Nicolas Boileau-Despréaux (1636 – 1711)
An Excerpt from a #Poem: “…One perfect whole, of all the pieces join’d. Keep your subject close, in all you say; Nor for a sounding Sentence ever stray.”
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“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by Elinor Morton Wylie (1885 – 1928)
“Fire and Sleet and Candlelight” by ELINOR MORTON WYLIE For this you’ve striven Daring, to fail: Your sky is riven Like a tearing veil. For this, you’ve wasted Wings of your youth; Divined, and tasted Bitter springs of truth. From sand unslakèd Twisted strong cords, And wandered naked Among trysted swords. There’s a word unspoken,…
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“What the Goose-Girl Said About the Dean” by EDITH SITWELL (1887 – 1964)
“Whence he lies snoring like the moon Clownish-white all afternoon. Beneath the trees’ arsenical Sharp woodwind tunes; heretical— Blown like the wind’s mane (Creaking woodenly again).”
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“Bells in the Rain” by Elinor Wylie (1885 – 1928)
“Peace falls unheeded on the dead Asleep; they have had deep peace to drink; Upon a live man’s bloody head It falls most tenderly, I think.”
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“Wynken, Blynken, and Nod” by Eugene Field (1850–1895)
“The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe, And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew.”