I Will Sing You One-O | Poem by Robert Frost

I Will Sing You One O Poem 

………………. by Robert Frost

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It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour
And tell me whether
To call it day
(Though not yet light)
And give up sleep.

The snow fell deep
With the hiss of spray;
Two winds would meet,
One down one street,
One down another,
And fight in a smother
Of dust and feather.

I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

Then cane one knock!
A note unruffled
Of earthly weather,
Though strange and muffled.

The tower said, “One!’
And then a steeple.

They spoke to themselves
And such few people
As winds might rouse
From sleeping warm
(But not unhouse).

They left the storm
That struck en masse
My window glass
Like a beaded fur.

In that grave One
They spoke of the sun
And moon and stars,
Saturn and Mars
And Jupiter.

Still more unfettered,
They left the named
And spoke of the lettered,
The sigmas and taus
Of constellations.

They filled their throats
With the furthest bodies
To which man sends his
Speculation,
Beyond which God is;
The cosmic motes
Of yawning lenses.

Their solemn peals
Were not their own:
They spoke for the clock
With whose vast wheels
Theirs interlock.

In that grave word
Uttered alone
The utmost star
Trembled and stirred,
Though set so far
Its whirling frenzies
Appear like standing
in one self station.

It has not ranged,
And save for the wonder
Of once expanding
To be a nova,
It has not changed
To the eye of man
On planets over
Around and under
It in creation
Since man began
To drag down man
And nation nation.

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Jerusalem: England! awake! awake! awake! | Poem by William Blake

Jerusalem England awake awake awake Poem 

………………. by William Blake

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England! awake! awake! awake!
Jerusalem thy Sister calls!
Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
And close her from thy ancient walls?

Thy hills and valleys felt her feet
Gently upon their bosoms move:
Thy gates beheld sweet Zion’s ways:
Then was a time of joy and love.

And now the time returns again:
Our souls exult, and London’s towers
Receive the Lamb of God to dwell
In England’s green and pleasant bowers.

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Jerusalem: I see the Four-fold Man The Humanity in deadly sleep | Poem by William Blake

Jerusalem I see the Four fold Man The Humanity in deadly sleep Poem 

………………. by William Blake

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I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow.

I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once
Before me.
O Divine Spirit, sustain me on thy wings,
That I may awake Albion from his long and cold repose;
For Bacon and Newton, sheath’d in dismal steel, their terrors hang
Like iron scourges over Albion: reasonings like vast serpents
Infold around my limbs, bruising my minute articulations.

I turn my eyes to the schools and universities of Europe
And there behold the Loom of Locke, whose Woof rages dire,
Wash’d by the Water-wheels of Newton: black the cloth
In heavy wreaths folds over every nation: cruel works
Of many Wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic
Moving by compulsion each other, not as those in Eden, which,
Wheel within wheel, in freedom revolve in harmony and peace.

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Laughing Song | Poem by William Blake

Laughing Song Poem 

………………. by William Blake

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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by,
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

When the meadows laugh with lively green
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene.

When Mary and Susan and Emily.

With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.

When the painted birds laugh in the shade
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread
Come live & be merry and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.

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Leaves Compared With Flowers | Poem by Robert Frost

Leaves Compared With Flowers Poem 

………………. by Robert Frost

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A tree’s leaves may be ever so good,
So may its bar, so may its wood;
But unless you put the right thing to its root
It never will show much flower or fruit.

But I may be one who does not care
Ever to have tree bloom or bear.

Leaves for smooth and bark for rough,
Leaves and bark may be tree enough.

Some giant trees have bloom so small
They might as well have none at all.

Late in life I have come on fern.

Now lichens are due to have their turn.

I bade men tell me which in brief,
Which is fairer, flower or leaf.

They did not have the wit to say,
Leaves by night and flowers by day.

Leaves and bar, leaves and bark,
To lean against and hear in the dark.

Petals I may have once pursued.

Leaves are all my darker mood.

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Le Gout du Nツant | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

Le Gout du Neant Poem 

………………. by Charles Baudelaire

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Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,
L’Espoir, dont l’ツperon attisait ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t’enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur,
Vieux cheval dont le pied ナ chaque obstacle bute.

Rツsigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute.

Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur,
L’amour n’a plus de gout, non plus que la dispute;
Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flヨte!
Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur!
Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur!

Et le Temps m’engloutit minute par minute,
Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur;
Je contemple d’en haut le globe en sa rondeur,
Et je n’y cherche plus l’abri d’une cahute.

Avalanche, veux-tu m’emporter dans ta chute?

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LInvitation au Voyage | Poem by Charles Baudelaire

LInvitation au Voyage Poem 

………………. by Charles Baudelaire

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Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe ナ la douceur,
D’aller lナ-bas, vivre ensemble!
Aimer ナ loisir,
Aimer et mourir,
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillツs,
De ces ciels brouillツs,
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes,
Si mystツrieux,
De tes traフtres yeux,
Brillant ナ travers leurs larmes.

Lナ, tout n’est qu’ordre et beautツ,
Luxe, calme et voluptツ.

Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Dツcoreraient notre chambre;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mネlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l’ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
A l’テme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.

Lナ, tout n’est qu’ordre et beautツ,
Luxe,calme et voluptツ.

Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l’humeur est vagabonde;
C’est pour assouvir
Ton moindre dツsir
Qu’ils viennent du bout du monde.

–Les soleils couchants
Revネtent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entiハre
D’hyacinthe et d’or;
Le monde s’endort
Dans une chaude lumiハre
Lナ, tout n’est qu’ordre et beautツ,
Luxe, calme et voluptツ.

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Locked Out | Poem by Robert Frost

Locked Out Poem 

………………. by Robert Frost

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As told to a child

When we locked up the house at night,
We always locked the flowers outside
And cut them off from window light.

The time I dreamed the door was tried
And brushed with buttons upon sleeves,
The flowers were out there with the thieves.

Yet nobody molested them!
We did find one nasturtium
Upon the steps with bitten stem.

I may have been to blame for that:
I always thought it must have been
Some Hower I played with as I sat
At dusk to watch the moon down early.

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Lodged | Poem by Robert Frost

Lodged Poem 

………………. by Robert Frost

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The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.

They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.

I know how the flowers felt.

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London | Poem by William Blake

London Poem 

………………. by William Blake

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I wander thro’ each charter’d street.

Near where the charter’d Thames does flow
A mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every Man.

In every Infants cry of fear.

In every voice; in every ban.

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackening Church appalls.

And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

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