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... miraculous moonshine,
These that we feel in the blood of our blushes that thicken and threaten with throbs through the throat?
Thicken and thrill as a theatre thronged at appeal of an actor's appalled agitation,
Fainter with fear of the fires of the future than pale with the promise of pride in the past;
Flushed with th... |
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... light
At set of sun shines palely green;
A thrush sings; other sound there's none,
Nor traveller to be seen-
Where late there was a throng. And now,
In peace awhile, I sit alone;
Though soon, at the appointed hour,
I shall myself be gone.
But not their way (the bow-leg... |
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... this shut scroll
I lay my hand on, and not death estranges
My spirit from communion of thy song —
These memories and these melodies that throng
Veiled porches of a Muse funereal —
These I salute, these touch, these clasp and fold
As though a hand were in my hand to hold,
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... tries to weep,
And when he tries to pray;
Who watch him lest himself should rob
The prison of its prey.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering Chaplain robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
He does ... |
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... such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever f... |
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... as thieves
On God's rough tumbling grounds
(Hail to His beasthood).
Beasts who sleep good and thin,
Hist, in hogsback woods! The haystacked
Hollow farms in a throng
Of waters cluck and cling,
And barnroofs cockcrow war!
O kingdom of neighbors, finned
Felled and quilled, flash to my patch
Work art and the moonshine
D... |
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... out of my deadlight looking for another
wandering like me eddying far from all the living
in a convulsive space
among the voices voiceless
that throng my hiddenness
4.
I would like my love to die
and the rain to be falling on the graveyard
and on me walking the streets
m... |
| 2011-03-19 11:14:02 |
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... twyne entrayld athwart,
And Eglantine, and Caprifole emong,
Fashiond aboue within their inmost part,
That nether Phoebus beams could through the[m] throng,
Nor Aeolus sharp blast could worke them any wrong.
And all about grew euery sort of flowre,
To which sad louers were transformd of yore;... |
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... can speak
I'll know in my heart
I will know and I won't ever ask
Am I right, am I wise, am I smart?
But I but I'll stop and I'll stare
At that face in the throng
Yes, I'll know when my love comes along
That he'll stand before my eyes one day
I won't need a second glance his way
I'll know when my love comes along
I... |
| 2009-07-11 09:29:27 |
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... can speak!
I'll know
I'll in my heart
I will know and I won't ever ask
Am I right, am I wise, am I smart?'
But I but I'll stop, and I'll stare at that face in the throng
Yes, I'll know when my love comes along
There he'll stand before my eyes one day
I won't need a second glance his way
I'll know when my love comes along
I'll know ... |
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