To Autumn – II

John Keats

I
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
  With a sweet kernel; to set budding [...]

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To Autumn – I

William Blake
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
‘The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, [...]

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A Refusal to Mourn the Death, by Fire, of a Child in London

Dylan Thomas
Never until the mankind making
Bird beast and flower
Fathering and all humbling darkness
Tells with silence the last light breaking
And the still hour
Is come of the sea tumbling in harness
And I must enter again the round
Zion of the water bead
And the synagogue of the ear of corn
Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound
Or sow [...]

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To Marguerite [or to ...]

Matthew Arnold
YES: in the sea of life enisled,
With echoing straits between us thrown.
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
 
But when the moon their hollow lights,
And they are swept by balms of spring,
And in their glens, on starry nights,
The nightingales divinely sing;
And [...]

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And death shall have no dominion

Dylan Thomas
 
And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though [...]

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Tears, Idle Tears

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as [...]

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Sigh no more

William Shakespeare – from As You Like it
 
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
    Men are deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
    To one thing constant never,
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds or woe
    Into hey nonny, nonny.
 
Sigh no more ditties, [...]

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Bright star

John Keats
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-
     Not in lone splendor hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
     Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
    Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
    Of snow upon the mountains and the [...]

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Fern Hill

 
Dylan Thomas
 
     Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
     About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green,
       The night above the dingle starry,
         Time let me hail and climb
       Golden in the heydays of his eyes,
     And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
     And [...]

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Snowman

 Wallace Stevens
One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;
And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter
Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of [...]

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