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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through – And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating … Continue reading

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The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And … Continue reading

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Song to a Fair Young Lady Going out of Town in the Spring by John Dryden

Ask not the cause why sullen spring So long delays her flow’rs to bear; Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year? Chloris is gone; and Fate provides To make it spring where she resides. Chloris … Continue reading

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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the … Continue reading

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The Poet As Hero by Siegfried Sassoon

You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented, Mocking and loathing War: you’ve asked me why Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve repented— My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry. You are aware that once I sought the Grail, Riding in … Continue reading

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The Wreck of the Deutschland by Gerard Manley Hopkins

To the happy memory of five Franciscan Nuns, exiles by the Falk Laws, drowned between midnight and morning of Dec. 7th, 1875 I Thou mastering me God! giver of breath and bread; World’s strand, sway of the sea; Lord of … 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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