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Batter My Heart Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new. I, like an usurpt town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but Oh, to... Poet: John Donne	The Rose in the Deeps of his Heart All things uncomely and broken, all things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart... Poet: William Butler Yeats	Heart, We Will Forget Him! Heart, we will forget him! You an I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging. I may remember him! Poet: Emily Dickinson	Proud of My Broken Heart Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility. Poet: Emily Dickinson
The Lip and the Heart One day between the Lip and the Heart A wordless strife arose, Which was expertest in the art His purpose to disclose. The Lip called forth the vassal Tongue, And made him vouch—a lie! The slave his servile anthem sung, And braved... Poet: John Quincy Adams	The Widowed Heart Thou art lost to me forever!—I have lost thee, Isadore! Thy head will never rest upon my loyal bosom more; Thy tender eyes will never more look fondly into mine, Nor thine arms around me lovingly and trustingly entwine,— Thou art lost to me forever, Isadore!... Poet: Albert Pike	The Heart's Summer The cold blast at the casement beats; The window-panes are white; The snow whirls through the empty streets; It is a dreary night! Sit down, old friend, the wine-cups wait; Fill to o’erflowing, fill! Though winter howleth at the gate,... Poet: Epes Sargent	Believe and Take Heart What can console for a dead world? We tread on dust which once was life; To nothingness all things are hurled: What meaning in a hopeless strife? Time’s awful storm Breaks but the form. Whatever comes, whatever goes, Still... Poet: John Lancaster Spalding
Many Things Thou Hast Given Me, Dear Heart Many things thou hast given me, dear heart; But one thing thou hast taken: that high dream Of heaven as of a country that should seem Beyond all glory that divinest art Has pictured:—with this I have had to part Since knowing thee;—how long, love, will the... Poet: Alice Wellington Rollins	The Blazing Heart who are ye, spirits, that stand In the outer gloom, Each with a blazing heart in hand, Which lighteth the dark beyond the tomb? “Oh, we be souls that loved Too well, too well! Yet, for that love, though sore reproved,... Poet: Alice Williams Brotherton

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