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Ampersand

© Reibetanz John

'He thought it had only been put thereto finish off th' alphabet, like, thoughampus-and (&) would ha' done as well.' (George Eliot: Adam Bede)

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And As It's Going..

© Anna Akhmatova

An as it's going often at love's breaking,


The ghost of first days came again to us,

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A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens In the Eighteenth Century Manner

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

VERSE IA prosperous port contiguous to the strand,A monarch feasted in right royal state;But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great,And well his faithful servants could surmiseFrom his distracted looks and broken sighsThat though the purple bowl was circling free,His mind was prey to black perplexity

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As You Came from the Holy Land (attributed)

© Ralegh Sir Walter

As you came from the holy land Of Walsingham,Met you not with my true love By the way as you came?

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An Essay on Man: Epistle III

© Alexander Pope

Here then we rest: "The Universal CauseActs to one end, but acts by various laws

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A Word From a Petitioner

© Pierpont John

What! our petitions spurned! The prayerOf thousands, -- tens of thousands, -- castUnheard, beneath your Speaker's chair!But ye will hear us, first or last

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A Woman's Last Word

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

Promise me nothing. Men are mortal. I Loose from your heart my hand.(The grave is deeper than the heavens are high.) My house .- of Love .- was builded on the sand.

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A New Thanksgiving

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

For war, plague, pestilence, flood, famine, fire, For Christ discrowned, for false gods set on high;For fools, whose hands must have their hearts' desire, We thank Thee

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An After-Poem

© Piatt Sarah Morgan Bryan

You will read, or you will not read, That the lilies are whitest after they wither;That the fairest buds stay shut in the seed, Though the bee in the dew say ."Come you up hither.."

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A Farewell Entitled to the Famous and Fortunate Generals of our English Forces

© George Peele

Have done with care, my hearts, abord amain,With stretching sail to plow the swelling waves

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A Favor of Love

© Peacock Molly

"Thank you for making this sacrifice," I say to my husband as I run to Kim's market

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Altruism

© Peacock Molly

What if we got outside ourselves and therereally was an outside out there, not justour insides turned inside out? What if therereally were a you beyond me, not justthe waves off my own fire, like those waves offthe backyard grill you can see the next yard through,though not well -- just enough to know that offto the right belongs to someone else, not you

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A Pretty Woman

© Ortiz Simon Joseph

We came to the edgeof the mesaand looked below.

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A New Story

© Ortiz Simon Joseph

Several years ago,I was a patient at the VA hospitalin Ft, Lyons, Colorado

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A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal

© John Oldham

Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend,I must however his design commendOf fixing in the country: for were IAs free to choose my residence, as he;The Peak, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Land's End,I would prefer to Fleet Street, or the Strand

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A White Rose

© O'Reilly John Boyle

The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love;Oh, the red rose is a falcon, And the white rose is a dove.

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A Regular Sort of a Guy

© O'Neill Eugene

He fights where the fighting is thickest And keeps his high honor clean;From finish to start, he is sturdy of heart, Shunning the petty and mean;With his friends in their travail and sorrow, He is ever there to stand by,And hark to their plea, for they all know that he Is a regular sort of a guy

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A Song of Workers

© Robert Norwood

Hail to the hodmen,The builders of houses!Hail to the navviesLaying pipes for pure water!Hail to the minersPrisoned in pits,Cleaving the coal,Dauntless of death from the gases!