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Through him who strengthens me - The Prodigal Son

Blue Roses - Rudyard Kipling

Requirement - John Greenleaf Whittier

Sonnet I - Edna St. Vincent Millay

At the middle of life - Friedrich Holderlin

Long time a child - Hartley Coleridge

A Bouquet - Edward Smyth Jones

Poem written by Edward Smyth Jones
A blossom pink, a blossom blue,
Make all there is in love so true.
'Tis fit, methinks, my heart to move,
To give it thee, sweet girl, I love!
Now, take it, dear, this morn and wear
A wreath of beauty in thy hair;
Think on it, when from bliss we part -
The emblem of my wooing heart!
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Through him who strengthens me - The Prodigal Son

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Poem written by The Prodigal Son When trials rise like stormy seas, And doubts take root like mighty trees, I lift my eyes, my soul to see- Through Him, all things are strength in me. The road is steep, the path is long, Yet in my heart, He plants a song. No weight too great, no fear too deep, For in His hands, my steps He keeps. When shadows whisper, "You will fail," His voice speaks peace wit...

Blue Roses - Rudyard Kipling

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Poem written by Rudyard Kipling Roses red and roses white Plucked I for my love's delight. She would none of all my posies, Bade me gather her blue roses. Half the world I wandered through, Seeking where such flowers grew. Half the world unto my quest Answered me with laugh and jest. Home I came at wintertide, But my silly love had died Seeking with her latest breath Roses from the arms of Deat...

Requirement - John Greenleaf Whittier

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Poem written by John Greenleaf Whittier We live by Faith; but Faith is not the slave Of text and legend. Reason's voice and God's, Nature's and Duty's, never are at odds. What asks our Father of His children, save Justice and mercy and humility, A reasonable service of good deeds, Pure living, tenderness to human needs, Reverence and trust, and prayer for light to see The Master's footprints in...

Sonnet I - Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Poem written by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, though for this you riddle me with darts, And drag me at your chariot till I die, Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr Who still am free, unto no querulous care A fool, and in no temple worshiper! I, that have bared...

At the middle of life - Friedrich Holderlin

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Poem written by Friedrich Holderlin The earth hangs down to the lake, full of yellow pears and wild roses. Lovely swans, drunk with kisses you dip your heads into the holy, sobering waters. But when winter comes, where will I find the flowers, the sunshine, the shadows of the earth? The walls stand speechless and cold, the weathervanes rattle in the wind. #poem #AIBlues #AImusic #BluesMusic #po...

Long time a child - Hartley Coleridge

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Poem written by Hartley Coleridge Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I, - For yet I lived like one not born to die; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on...

She’s not perfect , but she’s perfect for me - The Prodigal Son

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Poem written by The Prodigal Son She loved before, and she might love again, Her heart’s seen the tides of loss and gain. But if she’s with you now, what else could you need? Her love’s not flawless, but it’s real indeed. She’s not perfect, but she’s perfect for me, Her moods and her colors are all I see. She’s given her heart, though it’s weathered and torn, And I’ll love her as she is, no nee...

A fantastical engraving - Charles Baudelaire

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Poem written by Charles Baudelaire This freakish ghost has nothing else to wear But some cheap crown he picked up at a fair Grotesquely perched atop his bony corpse. Without a whip or spur he drives his horse Ghostly as he, hack of apocalypse To pant and drool like someone in a fit. This duo makes its charge through endless space, Trampling the infinite with reckless pace. The horseman waves a ...

As winds that blow against a star - Alfred Joyce Kilmer

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Poem written by Alfred Joyce Kilmer Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in light should dance Walk weary and laborious ways? But rays from Heaven, white and whole, May penetrate the gloom of earth; And tears but nourish, in your soul, The glory of celestial mirth. The darts of toil and sorrow, sent Against your peaceful beauty, are As foolish a...

Dedication - Robert Louis Stevenson

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Poem written by Robert Louis Stevenson My first gift and my last, to you I dedicate this fascicle of songs - The only wealth I have: Just as they are, to you. I speak the truth in soberness, and say I had rather bring a light to your clear eyes, Had rather hear you praise This bosomful of songs Than that the whole, hard world with one consent, In one continuous chorus of applause Poured forth f...

Lying in me - Anna Akhmatova

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Poem written by Anna Akhmatova Lying in me, as though it were a white Stone in the depths of a well, is one Memory that I cannot, will not, fight: It is happiness, and it is pain. Anyone looking straight into my eyes Could not help seeing it, and could not fail To become thoughtful, more sad and quiet Than if he were listening to some tragic tale. I know the gods changed people into things, Lea...

We wear the mask - Paul Laurence Dunbar

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Poem written by Paul Laurence Dunbar We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes, This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask. We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries To thee fr...

Stopping by woods on a snowy evening - Robert Lee Frost

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Poem written by Robert Lee Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only othe...

Love's philosophy - Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Poem written by Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? - See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its b...