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'But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,/And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore?' | |
'My little horse must think it queer/to stop without a farmhouse near/Between the woods and frozen lake...' | |
'But a bird that stalks/down his narrow cage/can seldom see through/his bars of rage..' | |
'-- I love thee with the breath,/Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and if God chose,/I shall but love thee better after death.' | |
'Boldly they rode and well,/Into the jaws of Death,/Into the mouth of Hell/Rode the six hundred.' | |
'The children were nestled all snug in their beds,/while visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.' | |
'There's no such Cat in the metropolis;/He holds all the patent monopolies/For performing surprising illusions/And creating eccentric confusions.' | |
'He holds him with his glittering eye --/The Wedding-Guest stood still,/And listens like a three years' child:/The Mariner hath his will.' | |
'...In the forests of the night;/What immortal hand or eye/Could frame thy fearful symmetry?/In what distant deeps or skies./Burnt the fire of thine eyes?' | |
'Thro' many dangers, toils, and snares/I have already come;/'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far,/And grace will lead me home.' | |
'When all at once I saw a crowd,/A host of golden daffodils;/Beside the lake, beneath the trees,/Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.' | |
'C is for Clara who wasted away/D is for Desmond thrown out of a sleigh/E is for Ernest who choked on a peach/F is for Fanny sucked dry by a leech' | |
'Then he climbed the tower of the Old North Church,/By the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread,/To the belfry chamber overhead,' | |
'And leave in our town not even a trace/Of the rats!' -- When suddenly, up the face/ Of the Piper perked in the market-place' | |
'...Thou art more lovely and more temperate./Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,/And Summer's lease hath all too short a date.' | |
'The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,'/'Oh no, no,' said the little Fly, 'to ask me is in vain,/For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again.' | |
'...It sits looking/over harbor and city/on silent haunches/ and then moves on.' | |
'O my luve is like the melodie/That's sweetly play'd in tune.' | |
'Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,/In full glory reflected now shines in the stream.' | |
'How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!/How public--like a frog--/To tell one's name - the livelong June -/To an admiring Bog!' | |
'They took some honey, and plenty of money/wrapped up in a five-pound note./The Owl looked up to the stars above,/And sang to a small guitar,' | |
'But O heart! heart! heart!/O the bleeding drops of red,/Where on the deck my Captain lies,/Fallen cold and dead' | |
'for betty was born/to never say nay/but lucy could learn/and lily could pray/and fewer were shyer than doll.' | |
'Barefoot, trudging at his side,/Thou hast more than he can buy/In the reach of ear and eye.--/Outward sunshine, inward joy' | |
'I am the darker brother./They send me to eat in the kitchen/when company comes,/But I laugh...' | |
'...It's loveliness increases, it will never/Pass into nothingness; but still will keep/A bower quiet for us,...' | |
'It might be a button of blue/On the coat of the woman/Who lived in a shoe./It might be a magical bean...' | |
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