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A Good Boy – Poem

  I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very … Continue reading

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Poem – The Swing

  How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I … Continue reading

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Poem – Love, What Is Love

LOVE – what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair. Life – what is life? Upon a moorland bare To see love coming and see love depart.

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Poem – A Sane Revolution

If you make a revolution, make it for fun, don’t make it in ghastly seriousness, don’t do it in deadly earnest, do it for fun. Don’t do it because you hate people, do it just to spit in their eye. … Continue reading

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Poem – Dreams

All people dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind, Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people, For they dream … Continue reading

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Poem – A Winter’s Tale

Yesterday the fields were only grey with scattered snow, And now the longest grass-leaves hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps mark the snow, and go On towards the pines at the hills’ white verge. I cannot see her, since the … Continue reading

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Poem – June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, the plain covered with flowers Pours out far away an intoxicating scent; Eyes shut, ears half open to noises, We only half sleep in a transparent slumber. The stars are purer, the shade seems … Continue reading

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