Category: Poetry
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O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fightO’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,O…
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By Jame Whitcomb Riley When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock,And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’…
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The Boatman “Ferry me across the water,Do, boatman, do.”“If you’ve a penny in your purseI’ll ferry you.” “I have a penny in my purse,And my eyes are blue;So, ferry me across the water,Do, boatman, do!” “Step into my ferry-boat,Be they black or blue,And for the penny in your purseI’ll ferry you.” by: Christina Georgina Rossetti
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A Psalm of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not…
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MARY’S CANARYMary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow,Slender legs–upon my word He was a pretty fellow! The sweetest note he always sung, Which much delighted Mary.She often, where the cage was hung, Sat hearing her canary.
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MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARYMary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all of a row.
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LITTLE JACK HORNERLittle Jack HornerSat in the corner, Eating of Christmas pie:He put in his thumb,And pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!”
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AS I WAS GOING ALONG As I was going along, along,A-singing a comical song, song, song,The lane that I went was so long, long, long,And the song that I sang was so long, long, long,And so, I went singing along.
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William Blake was born in London on November 28, 1757, the third of seven children. His father, James, worked as a hosier, selling socks and stockings. Blake attended school just long enough to learn to read and write before continuing his education at home under the guidance of his mother, Catherine Blake. In 1781, William…
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CAESAR’S SONG Bow-wow-wow!Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker’s dog, Bow-wow-wow!