Friday, November 30, 2007
Genius
by Samuel Clemens, a.k.a.
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Thursday, November 29, 2007
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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The Tyger
by William Blake (1757-1827)
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
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?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy [...]
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The Pains of Sleep
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay,
It hath not been my use to pray
With moving lips or bended knees;
But silently, by slow degrees,
My spirit I to Love compose,
In humble trust mine eye-lids close,
With reverential resignation,
No wish conceived, no thought exprest,
Only a sense of supplication;
A sense o
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Monday, November 26, 2007
Verses, Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary abode in the island of Juan Fernandez
by William Cowper (1731-1800)
(note: Alexander Selkirk was the model for Defoe
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Sunday, November 25, 2007
Break of Day in the Trenches
by Isaac Rosenberg (1890-1918)
The darkness crumbles away
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
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Friday, November 23, 2007
Maker of Heaven and Earth
by Cecil Frances Alexander (1818-1895)
All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.
Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.
The rich [...]
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Thursday, November 22, 2007
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England
by Felicia Dorothea Hemans (1793-1835)
The breaking waves dash’d high
On a stern and rock-bound coast,
And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches toss’d;
And the heavy night hung dark,
The hills and waters o’er,
When a band of exiles moor’d their [...]
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