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Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears
this is the famous speech by Mark Antony in the play Julius Caesar, by William Shakespeare. ANTONY: Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good
The Path to Sankoty
It winds along the headlands Above the open sea- The lonely moorland footpath That leads to Sankoty. - The crooning sea spreads sailless And gray to the world's rim, Where hang the reeking fog-banks Primordial and dim. - There fret the ceaseless currents,
I Love Her So Madly
want so much to please, that when she complains of my leaving dandruff on the sheets, whiskers in the sink, pee on the toilet seat, I build a large black plastic cube to live inside. Five pin-sized air-holes and a straw through which
The Death of Santa Claus
He's had the chest pains for weeks, but doctors don't make house calls to the North Pole, he's let his Blue Cross lapse, blood tests make him faint, hospital gown always flap open, waiting rooms upset his stomach, and it's only indigestion anyway,
A Dedication
DEAR, near and true—no truer Time himself Can prove you, tho’ he make you evermore Dearer and nearer, as the rapid of life Shoots to the fall—take this, and pray that he, Who wrote it, honoring your sweet faith in him, May
Minnie And Winnie
Minnie and Winnie Slept in a shell. Sleep, little ladies! And they slept well. Pink was the shell within, Silver without; Sounds of the great sea Wander'd about. Sleep, little ladies! Wake not soon! Echo on echo Dies to the moon. Two bright
The Mermaid
I. Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With a comb of pearl, On a throne? II. I would be a mermaid fair; I would sing to myself the whole of the
A Thought For A Lonely Death-Bed
If God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said And mark with tears the pulses ebb from thee, Pray then alone, ' O Christ, come tenderly! By thy
Ruts
To the right the summer dawn wakes the leaves and the mists and the noises in this corner of the park, and the left-hand banks hold in their violet shadows the thousand swift ruts of the wet road. Wonderland procession! Yes, truly: floats
Most Sweet It Is With Unuplifted Eyes
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveler lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy,
The Redbreast Chasing The Butterfly
Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When Autumn-winds are sobbing? Art thou the Peter of Norway Boors? Their Thomas in Finland, And Russia
God gave a Loaf to every Bird
God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- But just a Crumb -- to Me -- I dare not eat it -- tho' I starve -- My poignant luxury -- To own it -- touch it -- Prove the feat -- that made
I think to Live – may be a Bliss
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to conceive -- My lip -- to testify -- I think the Heart I former wore Could widen -- till to me The Other,
If the foolish, call them “flowers”
If the foolish, call them "flowers" -- Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants "Classify" them It is just as well! Those who read the "Revelations" Must not criticize Those who read the same Edition -- With beclouded Eyes! Could we stand with
Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie —
Sweet Mountains -- Ye tell Me no lie -- Never deny Me -- Never fly -- Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me -- when I fail -- or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain -- Their far -- slow --
The Color of the Grave is Green
The Color of the Grave is Green -- The Outer Grave -- I mean -- You would not know it from the Field -- Except it own a Stone -- To help the fond -- to find it -- Too infinite asleep To
A Fairy Song
Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire! I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips tall her pensioners
Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour, Whilst I, my
The Blossom
On a day-alack the day!- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air: Through the velvet leaves the wind All unseen 'gan passage find; That the lover, sick to death, Wish'd himself the heaven's
All Souls’ Night
Epilogue to "A Vision" MIDNIGHT has come, and the great Christ Church Bell And may a lesser bell sound through the room; And it is All Souls' Night, And two long glasses brimmed with muscatel Bubble upon the table. A ghost may come;
The Collar-Bone of a Hare
WOULD I could cast a sad on the water Where many a king has gone And many a king's daughter, And alight at the comely trees and the lawn, The playing upon pipes and the dancing, And learn that the best thing is
Your little voice
your little voice Over the wires came leaping and i felt suddenly dizzy With the jostling and shouting of merry flowers wee skipping high-heeled flames courtesied before my eyes or twinkling over to my side Looked up with impertinently exquisite faces floating
A Song About Myself
There was a naughty boy, A naughty boy was he, He would not stop at home, He could not quiet be- He took In his knapsack A book Full of vowels And a shirt With some towels, A slight cap For night cap,
Why did I laugh tonight? No voice will tell
Why did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell: No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell. Then to my human heart I turn at once. Heart! Thou and I are here sad and alone; I
Art
Give to barrows, trays, and pans Grace and glimmer of romance; Bring the moonlight into noon Hid in gleaming piles of stone; On the city's paved street Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet; Let spouting fountains cool the air, Singing in the sun-baked