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Shakespeare: Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf  heaven  with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Wishing me like to one more ric...
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Shakespeare: Fiddle
FEAR no more the heat o' the  sun ,     Nor the furious winter's rages;  Thou thy  worldly  task hast done,      Home art  gone, and ta'en thy wages:  Golden lads and girls all must,  As  chimney - sweepers , come to dust.  Fear no more the frown o' the gre...
Shakespeare: Fiddle
Shakespeare: Fiddle
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Rita Dove:Rosa
How she sat there, the time right inside a place so wrong it was ready. That trim name with its dream of a  bench to rest on. Her  sensible  coat. Doing nothing was the doing: the clean  flame  of her gaze carved  by a  camera flash . How she stood up when ...
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Rita Dove: Testimonial
Back when the  earth  was new and heaven just a whisper, back when the names of things hadn't had time to stick; back when the  smallest  breezes melted  summer  into autumn, when all the poplars quivered sweetly in rank and file . . . the  world  called, a...
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Shakespeare: All the World's a Stage
All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the  infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whini...
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Rita Dove: Golden Oldie
I made it  home  early, only to get  stalled  in the driveway-swaying  at the  wheel  like a blind pianist caught in a tune  meant for more than two hands playing.  The words were easy, crooned  by a young girl  dying  to feel alive, to  discover   a pain  ...
Rita Dove: Golden Oldie
Rita Dove: Golden Oldie
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Shakespeare: Bridal Song
ROSES, their sharp  spines  being gone,  Not royal in their  smells  alone,     But in their hue;  Maiden  pinks, of odour faint,  Daisies  smell-less, yet most quaint,     And sweet thyme true;  Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;  Merry springtime's harbing...
Shakespeare: Bridal Song
Shakespeare: Bridal Song
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Rita Dove:Adolescence I
In  water -heavy  nights  behind grandmother's porch We knelt in the tickling  grasses  and  whispered : Linda's  face  hung before us, pale as a pecan, And it grew wise as she said: 'A boy's  lips  are soft, As soft as baby's skin.'                        ...
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Shakespeare: A Fairy Song
Over hill, over dale,    Thorough   bush , thorough brier, Over  park , over pale,   Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere,       . Swifter  than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy  queen , To dew her orbs upon the green; The cowslips ...
Shakespeare: A Fairy Song
Shakespeare: A Fairy Song
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