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cheyenne mccartney Poems
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim.
I believe that the sun shines after the rain I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain I believe in not doing things the easy way I believe that being selfish doesn't pay
A Farewell To America to Mrs. S. W.
I. ADIEU, New-England's smiling meads, Adieu, the flow'ry plain: I leave thine op'ning charms, O spring,
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
Put up a splash of Christmas spirit Put in a dash of love Stir up the sounds ‘till you can hear it Sing out to those you love
Was TIME born with all the sky? Can TIME suffer and also die? Is TIME flat? Or is TIME round? Where is TIME? Can TIME be found?
Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It...
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say
The Truce of Night
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o'er the purpling lea, Or the fine, keen, silvery grace of a young
I love chocolate cake. And when I was a boy I loved it even more.
When Cold December
WHEN cold December Froze to grisamber The jangling bells on the sweet rose-trees- Then fading slow
Blue floats and hovers it never comes to rest its scent is distant bonfires its touch moth-breath
When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail,
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
When I consider Life and its few years - A wisp of fog betwixt us and the sun; A call to battle, and the battle done Ere the last echo dies within our ears;
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning, ' and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light, ...