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Forgetfulness by Billy Collins

The name of the author is the first to go followed obediently by the title, the plot, the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel which suddenly becomes one you have never read, never even heard of, as if, one by one, … Continue reading

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Ulysses by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match’d with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. … Continue reading

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I Was Made Erect and Lone by Henry David Thoreau

I was made erect and lone, And within me is the bone; Still my vision will be clear, Still my life will not be drear, To the centre all is near. Where I sit there is my throne. If age … Continue reading

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I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood

I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the … Continue reading

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The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon, Lord Byron

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men’s have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow’d, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have … Continue reading

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Afternoon 
by Dorothy Parker

When I am old, and comforted And done with this desire With Memory to share my bed And Peace to share my fire I’ll comb my hair in scalloped bands Beneath my laundered cap And watch my cool and fragile … Continue reading

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Prospice by Robert Browning

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the … Continue reading

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