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Emily Dickinson
As subtle as tomorrow
As subtle as tomorrow
That never came,
A warrant, a conviction,
Yet but a name.
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Edna St Vincent Millay
The Prisoner
ALL right,
Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!
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Emily Dickinson
The Robin for the Crumb
The Robin for the Crumb
Returns no syllable
But long records the Lady's name
In Silver Chronicle.
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David Herbert Lawrence
Belief
Forever nameless
Forever unknwon
Forever unconceived
Forever unrepresented
yet forever felt in the soul.
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Emily Dickinson
Of whom so dear
Of whom so dear
The name to hear
Illumines with a Glow
As intimate -- as fugitive
As Sunset on the snow --
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Carl Sandburg
Slippery
THE SIX month child
Fresh from the tub
Wriggles in our hands.
This is our fish child.
Give her a nickname: Slippery.
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Walter Savage Landor
One Lovely Name
One lovely name adorns my song,
And, dwelling in the heart,
Forever falters at the tongue,
And trembles to depart.
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Emily Dickinson
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names --
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes --
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Friedrich von Schiller
My Faith
Which religion do I acknowledge? None that thou namest.
"None that I name? And why so?"--Why, for religion's own sake?
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Robert Louis Stevenson
Fair Isle At Sea
FAIR Isle at Sea - thy lovely name
Soft in my ear like music came.
That sea I loved, and once or twice
I touched at isles of Paradise.
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Best State
"How can I know the best state?"
In the way that thou know'st the best woman;
Namely, my friend, that the world ever is silent of both.
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Sir Walter Scott
Sound, Sound the Clarion
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
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Peter Huchel
Answer
Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
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Emily Dickinson
If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --
If Blame be my side -- forfeit Me --
But doom me not to forfeit Thee --
To forfeit Thee? The very name
Is sentence from Belief -- and House --
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Robert Burns
119. Epitaph for Robert Aiken, Esq.
KNOW thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov’d, much honoured name!
(For none that knew him need be told)
A warmer heart death ne’er made cold.
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Emily Dickinson
Glory is that bright tragic thing
Glory is that bright tragic thing
That for an instant
Means Dominion --
Warms some poor name
That never felt the Sun,
Gently replacing
In oblivion --
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Carl Sandburg
Two
Memory of you is . . . a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
And they cover you.
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Amir Khosrow
Was lovable when little
Was lovable when little (or lit),
but was worthless when grown up (or extinguished)
Khusro has told you his name,
solve this riddle or get out of town.
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Ogden Nash
The Firefly
The firefly's flame
Is something for which science has no name
I can think of nothing eerier
Than flying around with an unidentified glow on a
person's posteerier.
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Stephen Crane
Love walked alone
Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain.
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Ellis Parker Butler
A Scotchman Whose Name Was Isbister
A Scotchman whose name was Isbister
Had a maiden giraffe he called “sister”
When she said “Oh, be mine,
Be my sweet Valentine!”
He just shinned up her long neck and kissed her.
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Herman Melville
Healed of My Hurt
Healed of my hurt, I laud the inhuman Sea--
Yea, bless the Angels Four that there convene;
For healed I am even by the pitiless breath
Distilled in wholesome dew named rosmarine.
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Ellis Parker Butler
How’d You Like It?
Well, then! How’d you like to bear the name of Butler
As an honor badge eight centuries at least,
And then have the Prohibitionists inform you
That a butler is a sort of outlawed beast?
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Emily Dickinson
Who abdicated Ambush
Who abdicated Ambush
And went the way of Dusk,
And now against his subtle Name
There stands an Asterisk
As confident of him as we --
Impregnable we are --
The whole of Immortality
Secreted in a Star.
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Emily Dickinson
The most important population
The most important population
Unnoticed dwell,
They have a heaven each instant
Not any hell.
Their names, unless you know them,
'Twere useless tell.
Of bumble-bees and other nations
The grass is full.
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