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'Hope' is the thing with feathers - that perches in the soul
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy
And I held his paw and I shouted 'Shoo! Silly old dragons!'- and off they flew
My will is easy to decide. For there is nothing to divide
And I will eat them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran, through caverns measureless to man
In Reading gaol by Reading town. There is a pit of shame
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, what tune the enchantress plays
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum. Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come
Beauty is truth, truth beauty, - that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
O Captain! My Captain! Rise up and hear the bells
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
The universe sleeps, its huge paw curled upon a star-infested ear
Indeed, it is a dry white season but seasons come to pass
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, a highwayman comes riding...
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forest of the night
If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, look on my works ye mighty, and despair!
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
To smash this night, to break this shadow into a thousand lights of sun
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat
Ah make the most of what yet we may spend, before we too into dust descend
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship would fell an albatross
Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen, we daren’t go a-hunting for fear of little men
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits
Steering his oar-swept ship across the wine-dark sea
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee
An ancient pond, a frog jumps in, the splash of water
O'er all the hill-tops is quiet now. In all the treetops hearest thou hardly a breath
In Flanders fields the poppies blow. Between the crosses, row on row
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time
Go and catch a falling star, get with child a mandrake root
Oh, where are the snows of yesteryear!
We dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined
Just a jack knife has Macheath, dear. And he keeps it out of sight.
A gentle knight was pricking on the plaine
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
The gates of hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way
For fools rush in where angels fear to tread
So we’ll go no more a roving so late into the night
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