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There was a Young Lady whose nose

by Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady whose noseWas so long that it reached to her toes;So she hired an Old Lady, whose conduct was steady,To carry that wonderful nose. ...Read more of this...

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To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph

by Anne Sexton

 Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on, 
testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, 
and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn 
of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! 
There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; 
and here are the shocked starlings pumping past 
and think of innocent Icarus who is...Read more of this...

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O fair! whose cheeks checkmate red eglantine,

by Omar Khayyam

O fair! whose cheeks checkmate red eglantine,
And draw the game with those fair maids of Chin,
You played one glance against the king of Babil
And took his pawns, and knights, and rooks, and queen....Read more of this...

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I am the only being whose doom..

by Emily Brontë

 I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born 

In secret pleasure - secret tears
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day 

There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when...Read more of this...

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There was a Young Lady whose bonnet

by Edward Lear

There was a Young Lady whose bonnetCame untied when the birds sate upon it;But she said, "I don't care! all the birds in the airAre welcome to sit on my bonnet!" ...Read more of this...

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Night (O you whose countenance)

by Rainer Maria Rilke

 Night. O you whose countenance, dissolved
in deepness, hovers above my face.
You who are the heaviest counterweight
to my astounding contemplation.

Night, that trembles as reflected in my eyes,
but in itself strong;
inexhaustible creation, dominant,
enduring beyond the earth's endurance;

Night, full of newly created stars that leave
trails of fire streaming from their seams
as they soar in inaudible adventure
through interstellar space:

how, overshadowed by your all-embracing...Read more of this...

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By That Lake Whose Gloomy Shore

by Thomas Moore

 By that Lake, whose gloomy shore 
Sky-lark never warbles o'er,
Where the cliff hangs high and steep, 
Young Saint Kevin stole to sleep. 
"Here, at least," he calmly said, 
"Woman ne'er shall find my bed." 
Ah! the good Saint little knew 
What that wily sex can do. 

'Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew -- 
Eyes of most unholy blue! 
She...Read more of this...

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They at whose lore the whole world stands amazed,

by Omar Khayyam

They at whose lore the whole world stands amazed,
Whose high thoughts, like Borak, to heaven are raised,
Strive to know Thee in vain, and like heaven's wheel
Their heads are turning, and their brains are dazed....Read more of this...

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Here is the noise of the morning, O idol, whose coming

by Omar Khayyam

Here is the noise of the morning, O idol, whose coming
brings happiness! Chant the refrain and bring the wine;
for [you know it], the constant sequence of these months
of Tir and Di have overturned upon the earth a thousand
potentates like Djem, a hundred thousand like to Kai....Read more of this...

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Whose Pink career may have a close

by Emily Dickinson

 Whose Pink career may have a close
Portentous as our own, who knows?
To imitate these Neighbors fleet
In awe and innocence, were meet....Read more of this...

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To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Nothing

by William Butler Yeats

 Now all the truth is out,
Be secret and take defeat
From any brazen throat,
For how can you compete,
Being honour bred, with one
Who, were it proved he lies,
Were neither shamed in his own
Nor in his neighbours' eyes?
Bred to a harder thing
Than Triumph, turn away
And like a laughing string
Whereon mad fingers play
Amid a place of stone,
Be secret and exult,
Because of all things...Read more of this...

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On a young Lady Whose LORD was Travelling

by Anne Killigrew

 NO sooner I pronounced Celindas name,
But Troops of wing'd Pow'rs did chant the fame: 
Not those the Poets Bows and Arrows lend, 
But such as on the Altar do attend. 
Celinda nam'd, Flow'rs spring up from the Ground,
Excited meerly with the Charming Sound. 
Celinda, the Courts Glory, and its fear,
The gaz'd at Wonder, where she does appear. 
Celinda great...Read more of this...

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There was an Old Lady whose folly

by Edward Lear

There was an Old Lady whose follyInduced her to sit in a holly;Whereon, by a thorn her dress being torn,She quickly became melancholy. ...Read more of this...

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In love's great ocean, whose calm-shelter'd shore

by Hafez

In love’s great ocean, whose calm-shelter’d shore
Must he for ever leave, whose soul is bound
On farthest quest, life’s wonders to explore—

That mightiest flood, all-whelming, torment-toss’d,
Wherein must ev’ry lover’s self be lost
Ere the Belovéd’s lovelier self be found—

Think not, O searcher, in that sea to find
Food for thine earth-born strength & lustful show,
Nor glorious pearl to deck thy worldly mind,

Nor isle...Read more of this...

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O Thou! to please whose love and wrath as well,

by Omar Khayyam

O Thou! to please whose love and wrath as well,
Allah created heaven and likewise hell;
Thou hast thy court in heaven, and I have naught,
Why not admit me in thy courts to dwell?...Read more of this...

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There was an old man whose remorse

by Edward Lear

There was an old man whose remorseInduced him to drink Caper Sauce;For they said, "If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,It will certainly soothe your remorse!"...Read more of this...

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Peace, for whose presence did we erewhile call

by Hafez

Peace, for whose presence did we erewhile call
With cry sincere, vowing (God knoweth, those
Prótests how passionate were) to love thee all,
Yet when thou camest, pander’d to thy foes
Weaklier than ever, now again the throes
Convulse our being; now, Peace, may’st thou see,
This lust-devoted land is not for thee.

Farewell! Small wonder is it if thou flee
Such faithlessness, yet doth thy memory still
Dwell...Read more of this...

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Sonnet 52: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key

by William Shakespeare

 So am I as the rich whose blessèd key
Can bring him to his sweet up-lockèd treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming, in that long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placèd are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time...Read more of this...

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O Thou whose mysterious essence is impenetrable to

by Omar Khayyam

O Thou whose mysterious essence is impenetrable to
intelligence, Thou who carest no more for our obedience
than our faults, I am drunk with sin, but the confidence
that I have in Thee renders it right for me. Know
Thou, that I count upon Thy pity....Read more of this...

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There was an old man whose despair

by Edward Lear

There was an old man whose despairInduced him to purchase a hare:Whereon one fine day he rode wholly away,Which partly assuaged his despair. ...Read more of this...

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There was a young person whose history

by Edward Lear

There was a young person whose historyWas always considered a mystery;She sate in a ditch, although no one knew which,And composed a small treatise on history. ...Read more of this...

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O soul! whose lot it is to bleed with pain,

by Omar Khayyam

O soul! whose lot it is to bleed with pain,
And daily change of fortune to sustain,
Into this body wherefore didst thou come,
Seeing thou must at last go forth again?...Read more of this...

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There is a young lady whose nose

by Edward Lear

There is a young lady, whose nose,Continually prospers and grows;When it grew out of sight, she exclaimed in a fright,"Oh! Farewell to the end of my nose!" ...Read more of this...

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There was a Young Lady Whose Eyes

by Edward Lear

 There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise....Read more of this...

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enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh

by Edward Estlin (E E) Cummings

enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush,one

dead leaf stirring makes a crash

-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-

autumn has gone:will winter never come?

o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and

gently
(very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable...Read more of this...

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