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since March 1, 2022
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So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,Go throw your TV set away,And in its place you can installA lovely bookshelf on the wall.Then fill the shelves with lots of booksIgnoring all the dirty looks,The screams and yells, the bites and kicks,And children hitting you with sticks-Fear not, because we pr…

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No man is an island,Entire of itself,Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea,Europe is the less.As well as if a promontory were.As well as if a manor of thy friend’sOr of thine own were:Any man’s death diminishes me,Because I am involved in man…
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,I'll draw a sketch of thee,What kind of pencil shall I use?2B or not 2B?
A boat beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July — Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise,Alice movi…
All day I hear the noise of watersMaking moan,Sad as the sea-bird is when, goingForth alone,He hears the winds cry to the water'sMonotone.The grey winds, the cold winds are blowingWhere I go.I hear the noise of many watersFar below.All day, all night, I hear them flowingTo and fro.
When Beauty and Beauty meetAll naked, fair to fair,The earth is crying-sweet,And scattering-bright the air,Eddying, dizzying, closing round,With soft and drunken laughter;Veiling all that may befallAfter -- after --Where Beauty and Beauty met,Earth's still a-tremble there,And winds are scented…
All you who sleep tonightFar from the ones you love,No hand to left or rightAnd emptiness above -Know that you aren't aloneThe whole world shares your tears,Some for two nights or one,And some for all their years.
Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at you, and I sigh.
And what is Life?—An hour-glass on the run,A Mist retreating from the morning sun,A busy, bustling, still repeated dream;Its length?—A minute's pause, a moment's thought;And happiness?—A bubble on the stream,That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. What are vain Hopes?—The puffing ga…
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