Tag: poem
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I’m Nobody! Who are You?”
I’m Nobody! Who are You?” By Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you?Are you – Nobody – too?Then there’s a pair of us!Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know!How dreary – to be – Somebody!How public – like a Frog –To tell your name – the livelong June –To an admiring Bog! Synopsis Emily Dickinson’s…
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“Hope is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson
“Hope is the thing with feathers” By Emily Dickinson Hope is the thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard, And sore must be the storm, That could abash the little bird That kept so many…
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Sunset by: Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sunset By: Paul Laurence Dunbar The river sleeps beneath the sky, And clasps the shadows to its breast; The crescent moon shines dim on high; And in the lately radiant west The gold is fading into gray. Now stills the lark his festive lay, And mourns with me the dying day. While in the south…
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Strength in God: Armor of Faith
I love you O Lord, you are my strength. You are my rock and my deliverer. You are my light and my saver, who should I fear? You, God, set my feet on the rock. You Shield me with love; I put my faith in you; So, I may quench all the fiery dartsof the wicked…
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What Does Christmas Truly Mean Beyond Santa?
The essence of Christmas lies in commemorating Jesus’ birth, emphasizing the significance of his coming over material festivities, urging reflection on its true meaning amidst holiday distractions.
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Morning Prayer by Rebecca J. Weston
MORNING PRAYER Father, we thank Thee for the nightAnd for the pleasant morning light,For rest and food and loving care,And all that makes the world so fair.Help us to do the things we should,To be to others kind and good,In all we do, in all we say,To grow more loving every day.
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The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot’ and hern,I make a sudden sallyAnd sparkle out among the fern,To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down,Or slip between the ridges,By twenty thorps, a little town,And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip’s farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and…
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The Circus by Fannie Stearns Davis
“The Circus comes this week!And there might be a skating bear,And white Arabian horses there.And popcorn, and balloons,Gold, purple, scarlet moons, –And great wise elephants,And dogs that count and dance,And cowboys! We shall see!”
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The Lamb by William Blake
Little Lamb who made thee Dost, thou know who made thee Gave thee life and bid thee feed. By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made…
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THE PLYMOUTH HARVEST by Governor Bradford
THE PLYMOUTH HARVEST All sorts of grain which our land doth yield,Was hither brought and sowed in every field;As wheat and rye, barley, oats, beans and peas,Here all thrive, and they profits from them raise. All sorts of roots and herbs in gardens grow;Parsnips, carrots, turnips or what you’ll sow,Onions, melons, cucumbers, radishes,Skirrets, beets, coleworts,…