Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,Īnd learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Though wise men at their end know dark is right,īecause their words had forked no lightning they Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Old age should burn and rave at close of day "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Goodnight" -Dylan Thomas To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife Īnd all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,Īnd quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
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Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied Īnd all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,Īnd the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,Īnd all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by Īnd the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,Īnd a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. Rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, The movement of his powerful soft strides His vision, from the constantly passing bars,Ī thousand bars and behind the bars, no world.Īs he paces in cramped circles, over and over, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,. “We Wear the Mask” - Paul Lawrence Dunbar One, two! One, two! And through and throughĪnd the mome raths outgrabe. The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! I shall but love thee better after death. Smiles, tears, of all my life and, if God choose, In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
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I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight I love thee to the depth and breadth and height How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. “How Do I Love Thee?”- Elizabeth Browning
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The smiles that win, the tints that glow,Ī heart whose love is innocent! 6.