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To find with Thee the earliest
Willow-buds before the Moon turns to Gold, -
Where I sit,
Marking English with my pen, -
yes! radiant lyre speak to me
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Thinking of August - Duo
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Oh Nightingale, oh poetry of pure!
How do I envy Thee, devoted overture to heaven’s cure: -
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by Lyndon 29 lines, 12 comments, on Sep 23 11:30 AM 2008. In Villanelle, Cento, Classical, Mythology, Icelandic legend, Nature, Thoughts, I
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William Blake "I die, I die!" the Mother said,
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I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree;
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William Blake Can I see another's woe,
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by William Blake
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A butcher a jailoer a preacher a sailor
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A Greek tragedy poem and how the cycle of brutality is perpetuated....
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This is a poem about the Goddess Artemis rescuing one of her precious creatures from mortal danger.by kareneisenlord 31 lines, 25 comments, on Mar 12 11:23 PM 2007. In Spiritual, classical, Inspirational, religious, Nature
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Oh, pretty jug who lives to serve her friends
curtsy to my cup with compassion again.
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