Meeting and Passing | Poem by Robert Frost

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Meeting and Passing Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ As I went down the hill along the wallThere was a gate I had leaned at for the viewAnd had just turned from when I first saw youAs you came up the hill. We met. But allWe did that day was mingle great and smallFootprints in summer … Read more…

Meeting at Night | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Meeting at Night Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. The grey sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i’ the slushy sand. II. … Read more…

Milton: And did those feet in ancient time | Poem by William Blake

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Milton And did those feet in ancient time Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance DivineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong these dark Satanic mills? Bring me … Read more…

Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance | Poem by William Blake

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Milton But in the Wine presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,In pits and dens and … Read more…

Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los | Poem by the Sons of Los | Famous Poem by William Blake

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Milton The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los Poem  ………………. by the Sons of Los | Famous Poem by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around his dwelling-placeStanding on his own roof or in his … Read more…

Minstrelsy | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Minstrelsy Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ For ever, since my childish looksCould rest on Nature’s pictured books;For ever, since my childish tongueCould name the themes our bards have sung;So long, the sweetness of their singingHath been to me a rapture bringing!Yet ask me not the reason whyI have delight in minstrelsy. I know that … Read more…

Misgiving | Poem by Robert Frost

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Misgiving Poem  ………………. by Robert Frost _______________________________________________________________________________________ All crying, ‘We will go with you, O Wind!’The foliage follow him, leaf and stem;But a sleep oppresses them as they go,And they end by bidding them as they go,And they end by bidding him stay with them. Since ever they flung abroad in springThe leaves had promised themselves … Read more…

Mock On Mock On Voltaire Rousseau | Poem by William Blake

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Mock On Mock On Voltaire Rousseau Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;Mock on, mock on; ’tis all in vain!You throw the sand against the wind,And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gemReflected in the beams divine;Blown back they blind the mocking eye,But still in Israel’s … Read more…

Momma Welfare Roll | Poem by Maya Angelou

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Momma Welfare Roll Poem  ………………. by Maya Angelou _______________________________________________________________________________________ Her arms semaphore fat triangles,Pudgy HANDS bunched on layered hipsWhere bones idle under years of fatbackAnd lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusationOf crimes cliched by Repetition. Her children, strangersTo childhood’s TOYS, playBest the games of darkened doorways,Rooftop tag, and know the slick feel ofOther people’s property. … Read more…

Mother and Poet | Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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Mother and Poet Poem  ………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning _______________________________________________________________________________________ I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east,And one of them shot in the west by the sea. Dead ! both my boys ! When you sit at the feastAnd are wanting a great song for Italy free,Let none look at … Read more…