Florence Poems - Poems about Florence

“Sweet is my sleep, but more to be mere stone, so long as ruin and dishonour reign ; to bear nought, to feel nought, is my great gain ; then wake me not, speak in an undertone !” ...

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Social reformist Florence Nightingale - her many good deeds make for a fascinating tale. Not only a nurse was she content to be. An innovative statistician was she. ...

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In Ouachita's tales, where pine needles sigh. I trace the mountains' ancient, weathered crown. Silvered river forgotten secrets float by And fills my heart, a sonorous chamber now. A flame ignites, dispelling shadows deep, A beacon for lost souls on twilight's rim. Forgotten songs within my spirit leap, A lullaby for weary hearts, I hymn. Florence, Our palimpsest where sun-kissed tones reside. Her heart...

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We asked her to sing at a certain range. What she had been used to was changing the tempo to recreate the song: but we hired her with instructions. We had to retool her gifts. We hired a training coach with instructions and examples. We wanted to teach and inform since she had know formal training. During...

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her fantastical stories raised the hair on my chest I am a girl and she gave me her wholesome best her life was colorful which she did not mind sharing with me I visited her Iowa farm house daily in the summer for afternoon tea she told me tales children should not really hear but I kept them to myself,...

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Named as a flowering city; By a strange happenstance. For of new ideas, buzzing round Twas then pollinated. Which seeded this other glory Time's renaissance. Among all the epochs, the one Lily; highest rated....

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she became inspired when she changed what was on her agenda for the week placing fridays shedule for mondays she found time to purchase her husbands new bassoon at the mall. there she meet Forte Cresendo, someone whom she admired. He had the connect to get her husbands music heard. One catch, of course she had to pretend to be his wife while her maade...

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Florence Nightingale, born on 12th may , was a British social reformer, a statistician by day . She was a nurse who had a magic touch; helped all the men around her would never make a fuss . She was called the lady, the lady with the lamp who'd come and provide aid all throughout the camp. Out of all the nurses, she was one of the best earning...

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The sacred lily of antiquity; vital, that centuries have not defied. ...

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I never associated weather-faced seventy-year-old Florence with Italy until today, sixty years later. Florence’s hands moved as fast as she talked. She was usually accompanied by her favorite goat, Gladys, who knew when to bleat and when to keep still. Florence’s mouth was always going; she had a reputation she had to maintain. We...

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Florence, Flower, Where is mysticism? Where is the ghost? Where is , what the water gave you?! Where are you - "Alone", the one that was deserted. Well, there's A Crowd around, it's cut into your very word. Falling, there is you! And now , your camp has moved to the foreign lands. Oh, I see something has enveloped your...

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Florence -flawless! You said you are Florence Are you really flawless? Sorry there is no language I can speak with Florence I guess you will bear with me, flawless Are you really flawless? I mean you are Florence There is no human, Florence How come you are flawless? Are you really Florence? You are flawless? In his cell Friar Lawrence In his own faultless To find you fortress Surely...

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The Ripe Olives and Red Wines of Florence David J Walker Austere is the way I remember The convent in Florence Perfectly white walls And the small single bed fronted By worn floors from daily kneeling in prayer A simple soup will be served At supper My native guide says Possiamo fare di meglio in città Either way there...

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The David David J Walker I’ve touched the David’s Blackened toe Standing in awe below a man captured in marble And marvel at his patients For a rescue chiseled in stone There is a line of admirers Standing in an August rain Waiting to see him Waiting their turn To touch his toe Smiling for a camera...

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George Jefferson Was his mother’s son He bought a cleaners; got rich Settled in the east side, found his niche Florence Johnson Didn't hail from Wisconsin Was a no-nonsense taking maid Sometimes her chores were delayed * Comedy Tv Show: The Jeffersons 09/28/2021 Contest: Clerihew 2 Sponsor: Joseph May...

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