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Somewhere in time’s own space

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Somewhere in time’s own spaceThere must be some sweet pastured placeWhere creeks sing on and tall trees growSome paradise where horses go,For by the love that guides my penI know great horses live again.
Stanley Harrison, breeder, trainer, poet 1889-1980 
Wild Horses in Dartmoor National Park (England)

Glastonbury

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O three times famous isle, where is that place that mightBe with thyself compared for glory and delight,Whilst Glastonbury stood? exalted to that pride,Whose monastery seemed all other to deride:O, who thy ruin sees, whom wonder doth not fillWith their great fathers’ pomp, devotion, and their skill?Thou more than mortal power (this judgment rightly weighed),Then present to assist, at that...

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown

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I live, I die, I burn, I drownI endure at once chill and coldLife is at once too soft and too hardI have sore troubles mingled with joys Suddenly I laugh and at the same time cryAnd in pleasure many a grief endureMy happiness wanes and yet it lasts unchangedAll at once I dry up and grow green Thus I suffer love’s inconstanciesAnd when I think the pain is most intenseWithout thinking, it is...

Darkness and Light

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To break out of the chaos of my darknessInto a lucid day is all my will.My words like eyes in night, stare to reachA centre for their light: and my acts thrownTo distant places by impatient violenceYet lock together to mould a path of stoneOut of my darkness into a lucid day.

Stephen Spender (1909–1995)– – –Extract from : The Still Centre, 1935

The Raven

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Edgar Allan Poe (born Edgar Poe; January 19, 1809 – October 7, 1849) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.”Tis some visitor,’ I muttered, ‘tapping at my chamber door-Only this, and...

Storm Speech on the Heath

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Act III, Scene 2 from King Lear by William Shakespeare (England 1564 – 1616) ) King Lear Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!You cataracts and hurricanoes, spoutTill you have drench’d our steeples, drown’d the cocks!You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,Smite flat the thick...

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain…

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Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brainFull charactered with lasting memory,Which shall above that idle rank remainBeyond all date even to eternity – Or at the least, so long as brain and heartHave faculty by nature to subsist;Till each to razed oblivion yield his partOf thee, thy record never can be missed. That poor retention could not so much hold,Nor need I tallies thy dear love to...

A Dream Lies Dead

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Dorothy Parker (August 22, 1893 – June 7, 1967) A dream lies dead here. May you softly goBefore this place, and turn away your eyes,Nor seek to know the look of that which diesImportuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,But, for a little, let your step be slow.And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wiseWith words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:...

Acrostic : Georgiana Augusta Keats

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Give me your patience, sister, while I frameExact in capitals your golden name;Or sue the fair Apollo and he willRouse from his heavy slumber and instillGreat love in me for thee and Poesy.Imagine not that greatest masteryAnd kingdom over all the Realms of verse,Nears more to heaven in aught, than when we nurseAnd surety give to love and Brotherhood. Anthropophagi in Othello’s mood;Ulysses...

50-50

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Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967 I’m all alone in this world, she said,Ain’t got nobody to share my bed,Ain’t got nobody to hold my hand—The truth of the matter’sI ain’t got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said,Trouble with you isYou ain’t got no head!If you had a head and used your mindYou could have me with youAll the time. She answered, Babe, what must I do? He said, Share your bed—And...