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The Shore of Life by Robert Fitzgerald

I I came then to the city of my brethren. Not Carthage, not Alexandria, not London. The wide blue river cutting through the stone Arrowy and cool lay down beside her, And the hazy and shining sea lay in the … 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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Sonnet 92 by Anna Seward

Behold that tree, in Autumn’s dim decay, Stripped by the frequent, chill, and eddying wind; Where yet some yellow, lonely leaves we find Lingering and trembling on the naked spray, Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away! Emblem, also! too just, … Continue reading

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I Caught a Little Ladybird by Christina Rossetti

I caught a little ladybird That flies far away; I caught a little lady wife That is both staid and gay. Come back, my scarlet ladybird, Back from far away; I weary of my dolly wife, My wife that cannot … Continue reading

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The Walrus and the Carpenter by Lewis Carroll

“The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright — And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was … 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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Japanese Maple by Clive James

Your death, near now, is of an easy sort. So slow a fading out brings no real pain. Breath growing short Is just uncomfortable. You feel the drain Of energy, but thought and sight remain: Enhanced, in fact. When did … Continue reading

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