Poem Hunter: Poems - Poets - Poetry

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{in what I sing
If I no longer hail thee { King and Lord
{ Lord and King
I have redeemed myself with all I had,
And now possess my fortunes poor but glad.
With all I had I have redeemed myself,
And escaped at once from slavery and pelf.
The unruly wishes must a ruler take,
Our high desires do our low fortunes make:
Those only who desire palatial things
Do bear the fetters and the frowns of Kings;
Set free thy slave; thou settest free thyself.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.

Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.


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I stumble upon a woman, burdened by fears.
A soul so heavy, laden with sorrow,
Her spirit crushed today, and every tomorrow.

In the depths of her heart, aching and sore,
She carries the weight of rejection once more.
At work, they sneer and whisper behind her back,
Their disdain like poison, seeping through every crack.

But this lady, oh she is made of strength,

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Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
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Our Father thou art in Heaven,
in water, in air
in all our silent and broad latitude
everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:
your name raises sweetness in sugar cane
Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam
the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano
the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows,
the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins
everything comes from your extinguished life

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He is alone in the night,
But he has a good heart that glows with light.
He gives a lot and expects nothing back,
In a world that is cold and black.

He is kind and follows the right path,
But evil people make him suffer their wrath.
But he does not change or lie,
Because he wants to make the world a better sky.


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THE trees bend down along the stream,
Where anchored swings my tiny boat.
The day is one to drowse and dream
And list the thrush's throttling note.
When music from his bosom bleeds
Among the river's rustling reeds.
No ripple stirs the placid pool,
When my adventurous line is cast,
A truce to sport, while clear and cool,
The mirrored clouds slide softly past.
The sky gives back a blue divine,
And all the world's wide wealth is mine.
A pickerel leaps, a bow of light,
The minnows shine from side to side.
The first faint breeze comes up the tide —
I pause with half uplifted oar,
While night drifts down to claim the shore.
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Let's go see Old Abe
Sitting in the marble and the moonlight,
Sitting lonely in the marble and the moonlight,
Quiet for ten thousand centuries, old Abe.
Quiet for a million, million years.

Quiet-

And yet a voice forever
Against the

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Eyes met to paint their life,
rain blessed, sun smiled,
ever after to the goodness of tomorrow

Her frock and lips fought with his jean and chin
Eyebrows easily romanced to shy!

Travelling through entire Paris
they never saw the best kiss and poem
Until their lips met unspoken

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