What I can do — I will — |
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What I can do — I will —
Though it be little as a Daffodil —
That I cannot — must be
Unknown to possibility —
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What I Live For |
George Linnæus Banks |
1841 |
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I Live for those who love me,
Whose hearts are kind and true,
For heaven that smiles above me,
And waits my spirit, too;
For all the ties that bind me,
For all the tasks assigned me,
And bright hopes left behind me,
And good that I... |
What I see not, I better see — |
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What I see not, I better see —
Through Faith — my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting —
But, No lid has Memory —
For frequent, all my sense obscured
I equally behold
As someone held a light unto ... |
What if I say I shall not wait! |
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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
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What Inn is this |
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What Inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar Traveller comes?
Who is the Landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth —
No brimming Tankards flow —... |
What is Prayer? |
James Montgomery |
1791 |
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Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Uttered or unexpressed—
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burthen of a sigh,
The falling of a tear—
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near... |
What is the Grass? |
Walt Whitman |
1839 |
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From “The Song of Myself”
A CHILD said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Or I guess it... |
What is — "Paradise" — |
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What is — "Paradise" —
Who live there —
Are they "Farmers" —
Do they "hoe" —
Do they know that this is "Amherst" —
And that I — am coming — too —
Do they wear "new shoes" — in "Eden" —
Is... |
What Mr. Robinson Thinks |
James Russell Lowell |
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From “The Biglow Papers,” No. III.
GUVENER B. 1 is a sensible man;
He stays to his home an’ looks arter his folks;
He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can,
An’ into nobody’s tater-patch pokes;—
But John P.
Robinson he... |
What My Lover Said |
Homer Greene |
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By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,
In the orchard path he met me;
In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume,
And I tried to pass, but he made no room,
Oh, I tried, but he would not let me.
So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red,... |
What my Lover Said |
Homer Greene |
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By the merest chance, in the twilight gloom,
In the orchard path he met me;
In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume,
And I tried to pass, but he made no room,
Oh, I tried, but he would not let me.
So I stood and blushed till the grass grew red,... |
What mystery pervades a well! |
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What mystery pervades a well!
That water lives so far —
A neighbor from another world
Residing in a jar
Whose limit none have ever seen,
But just his lid of glass —
Like looking every time you please... |
What of the Darkness? |
Richard Le Gallienne |
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To the Happy Dead People
WHAT of the darkness? Is it very fair?
Are there great calms? and find we silence there?
Like soft-shut lilies, all your faces glow
With some strange peace our faces never know,
With some strange faith our faces never dare,—... |
What shall I do when the Summer troubles — |
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What shall I do when the Summer troubles —
What, when the Rose is ripe —
What when the Eggs fly off in Music
From the Maple Keep?
What shall I do when the Skies a'chirrup
Drop a Tune on me —
When the... |
What shall I do — it whimpers so — |
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What shall I do — it whimpers so —
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start —
And yet, it will not go —
Would you untie it, were you me —
Would it stop whining — if to Thee — ... |
What Shall It Profit? |
William Dean Howells |
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If i lay waste and wither up with doubt
The blessed fields of heaven where once my faith
Possessed itself serenely safe from death;
If I deny the things past finding out;
Or if I orphan my own soul of One
That seemed a Father, and make void the place... |
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures — |
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What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —
These Gentlewomen are —
One would as soon assault a Plush —
Or violate a Star —
Such Dimity Convictions —
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature —
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What tenements of clover |
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What tenements of clover
Are fitting for the bee,
What edifices azure
For butterflies and me —
What residences nimble
Arise and evanesce
Without a rhythmic rumor
Or an assaulting guess.
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What the Bullet Sang |
Francis Bret Harte |
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O joy of creation
To be!
O rapture to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,
Though its smoke shall hide the sun,
I shall find my love,—the one
Born for me!
I shall know him where he stands,... |
What Though the Green Leaf Grow? |
Maybury Fleming |
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What though the green leaf grow?
’T will last a month and day;
In all sweet flowers that blow
Lurks Death, his slave Decay.
But if my lady smile
There is no Death at all;
The world is fair the while,—
What though the red leaf fall... |