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I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love;I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray

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 i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (

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I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if

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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high,Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken?

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand orFall

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I love thee, as I love the calm     Of sweet, star-lighted hours! I love thee, as I love the balm     Of early jes'mine flow'rs. I love thee, as I love the last     Rich smile of fading day, Which lingereth, like the look we cast,     On rapture pass'd away. I love thee as I love the tone     Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone,     When all beside is mute. I love

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The park is filled with night and fog,The veils are drawn about the world,The drowsy lights along the pathsAre dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets,Gold and gleaming the misty lake,The mirrored lights like sunken swords,Glimmer and shake. Oh, is it not enough to beHere with this beauty over me?My throat should ache with praise, and I Should kneel in joy beneath the sky.O, beauty,

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Image by Rickydavid via Flickr Nothing remains of unrecorded agesThat lie in the silent cemetery time;Their wisdom may have shamed our wisest sages,Their glory may have been indeed sublime.How weak do seem our strivings after power,How poor the grandest efforts of our brains,If out of all we are, in one short hour Nothing remains. Nothing remains but the Eternal Spaces,Time and decay uproot

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This was the problem faced by me, while I was working on this blog. So, I came up with this tutorial. I wanted to add Poems, My Reviews and other various category to Pages gadget in top navigation bar. With this tutorial, you will add any non-pages | category | external link  to Pages | PageList  Gadget | Navigation bar | Navigation menu in Blogger Blogs. Lets Begin: 1. Go to Dashboard >

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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,   But has trouble enough of its own.   Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air;   The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you;   Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox (November 5, 1850–October 30, 1919) was an American author and poet. Her best-known work was Poems of Passion. Her most enduring work was "Solitude", which contains the lines: "Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone". Her autobiography, The Worlds and I, was published in 1918, a year before her death.   Life Ella Wheeler was born in 1850 on a farm in

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I look down the lengthening distance   Far back to youth's valley of hope.How strange seemed the ways of existence,   How infinite life and its scope! What dreams, what ambitions came thronging   To people a world of my own!How the heart in my bosom was longing,    For pleasures and places unknown. But the hill-tops of pleasure and beauty   Were covered with mist at the dawn;And only the rugged

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I--THE MOTHER'S KISS Love breathed a secret to her listening heart,   And said "Be silent."  Though she guarded it,And dwelt as one within a world apart,   Yet sun and star seemed by that secret lit.And where she passed, each whispering wind ablow,   And every little blossom in the sod,Called joyously to her, "We know, we know,   For are we not the intimates of God?"Life grew so radiant, and so

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Let the dream go.  Are there not other dreams   In vastness of clouds hid from thy sightThat yet shall gild with beautiful gold gleams,   And shoot the shadows through and through with light?   What matters one lost vision of the night?         Let the dream go!! Let the hope set.  Are there not other hopes    That yet shall rise like new stars in thy sky?Not long a soul in sullen darkness gropes

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"Genius, a man's weapon, a woman's burden."--Lamartine. Dear God! there is no sadder fate in life   Than to be burdened so that you can not   Sit down contented with the common lotOf happy mother and devoted wife. To feel your brain wild and your bosom rife    With all the sea's commotion; to be fraught   With fires and frenzies which you have not sought,And weighed down with the wild world's

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Life, like a romping schoolboy, full of glee,Doth bear us on his shoulder for a time.There is no path too steep for him to climb.With strong, lithe limbs, as agile and as free,As some young roe, he speeds by vale and sea,    By flowery mead, by mountain peak sublime,   And all the world seems motion set to rhyme,Till, tired out, he cries, "Now carry me!"   In vain we murmur; "Come," Life says,

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Falling upon the frozen world lastI heard the slow beat of the Winter rain -Poor foolish drops, down-dripping all in vain;The ice-bound Earth but mocked their puny might,Far better had the fixedness of whiteAnd uncomplaining snows--which make no sign, But coldly smile, when pitying moonbeams shine -Concealed its sorrow from all human sight.Long, long ago, in blurred and burdened years,I learned

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Let mine not be that saddest fate of all   To live beyond my greater self; to see   My faculties decaying, as the treeStands stark and helpless while its green leaves fall.Let me hear rather the imperious call,   Which all men dread, in my glad morning time,   And follow death ere I have reached my prime, Or drunk the strengthening cordial of life's gall.The lightning's stroke or the fierce

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There is no chance, no destiny, no fate,Can circumvent or hinder or controlThe firm resolve of a determined soul.Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great;All things give way before it, soon or late.   What obstacle can stay the mighty force   Of the sea-seeking river in its course, Or cause the ascending orb of day to wait? Each well-born soul must win what it deserves.Let the fool prate of

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Fling my past behind me, like a robeWorn threadbare in the seams, and out of date.I have outgrown it.  Wherefore should I weepAnd dwell up on its beauty, and its dyesOf Oriental splendour, or complain That I must needs discard it?  I can weaveUpon the shuttles of the future yearsA fabric far more durable.  Subdued,It may be, in the blending of its hues,Where sombre shades commingle, yet the

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That was a curious dream; I thought the three   Great planets that are drawing near the sun   With such unerring certainty begunTo talk together in a mighty glee.They spoke of vast convulsions which would be    Throughout the solar system--the rare fun   Of watching haughty stars drop, one by one,And vanish in a seething vapour sea. I thought I heard them comment on the earth -   That small dark

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Alone it stands in Poesy's fair land,   A temple by the muses set apart;   A perfect structure of consummate art,By artists builded and by genius planned,Beyond the reach of the apprentice hand,   Beyond the ken of the untutored heart,    Like a fine carving in a common mart,Only the favoured few will understand.A chef d'auvre toiled over with great care,   Yet which the unseeing careless crowd

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Oh, I have dreams.  I sometimes dream of Life   In the full meaning of that splendid word.   Its subtle music which few men have heard,Though all may hear it, sounding through earth's strife.Its mountain heights by mystic breezes kissed   Lifting their lovely peaks above the dust;   Its treasures which no touch of time can rust, Its emerald seas, its dawns of amethyst,   Its certain purpose, its

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Though with gods the world is cumbered,Gods unnamed, and gods unnumbered,Never god was known to beWho had not his devotee.So I dedicate to mine,Here in verse, my temple-shrine. 'Tis not Ares,--mighty Mars,Who can give success in wars.'Tis not Morpheus, who doth keep Guard above us while we sleep,'Tis not Venus, she whose duty'Tis to give us love and beauty;Hail to these, and others, afterMomus,

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We will be what we could be.  Do not say,   "It might have been, had not or that, or this."No fate can keep us from the chosen way;      He only might, who IS. We will do what we could do.  Do not dream    Chance leaves a hero, all uncrowned to grieve.I hold, all men are greatly what they seem;      He does, who could achieve. We will climb where we could climb.  Tell me not   Of adverse storms

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In a land beyond sight or conceiving,   In a land where no blight is, no wrong,No darkness, no graves, and no grieving,   There lies the great ocean of song.And its waves, oh, its waves unbeholden   By any save gods, and their kind,Are not blue, are not green, but are golden,   Like moonlight and sunlight combined. It was whispered to me that their waters   Were made from the gathered-up

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To-day I was so weary and I lay   In that delicious state of semi-waking,When baby, sitting with his nurse at play,   Cried loud for "mamma," all his toys forsaking. I was so weary and I needed rest,    And signed to nurse to bear him from the room.Then, sudden, rose and caught him to my breast,   And kissed the grieving mouth and cheeks of bloom. For swift as lightning came the thought to me,  

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I think I never passed so sad an hour,   Dear friend, as that one at the church to-night.The edifice from basement to the tower   Was one resplendent blaze of coloured light.Up through broad aisles the stylish crowd was thronging,   Each richly robed like some king's bidden guest."Here will I bring my sorrow and my longing,"   I said, "and here find rest." I heard the heavenly organ's voice of

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Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,   Mad with melody, rhythm--rifeFrom the very first to the final note.   Give me his "Artist's Life!" It stirs my blood to my finger-ends,   Thrills me and fills me with vague unrest,And all that is sweetest and saddest blends    Together within my breast. It brings back that night in the dim arcade,   In love's sweet morning and life's best prime,When

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In the fair morning of his life,   When his pure heart lay in his breast,   Panting, with all that wild unrestTo plunge into the great world's strife That fills young hearts with mad desire,   He saw a sunset.  Red and gold   The burning billows surged and rolled,And upward tossed their caps of fire. He looked.  And as he looked, the sight    Sent from his soul through breast and brain   Such

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In the youth of the year, when the birds were building,   When the green was showing on tree and hedge,And the tenderest light of all lights was gilding   The world from zenith to outermost edge,My soul grew sad and longingly lonely!   I sighed for the season of sun and rose,And I said, "In the Summer and that time only   Lies sweet contentment and blest repose." With bee and bird for her maids

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Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;   And even when you find them,It is wise and kind to be somewhat blind,   And look for the virtue behind them;For the cloudiest night has a hint of light   Somewhere in its shadows hiding;It's better by far to hunt for a star,   Than the spots on the sun abiding. The current of life runs ever away   To the bosom of God's great ocean.Don't set your

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In the long run fame finds the deserving man.   The lucky wight may prosper for a day,But in good time true merit leads the van   And vain pretence, unnoticed, goes its way.There is no Chance, no Destiny, no Fate,But Fortune smiles on those who work and wait,      In the long run. In the long run all godly sorrow pays,   There is no better thing than righteous pain,The sleepless nights, the awful

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I do not undertake to say   That literal answers come from Heaven,But I know this--that when I pray   A comfort, a support is givenThat helps me rise o'er earthly thingsAs larks soar up on airy wings. In vain the wise philosopher   Points out to me my fabric's flaws,In vain the scientists aver   That "all things are controlled by laws."My life has taught me day by day That it availeth much to

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In the rapture of life and of living,   I lift up my heart and rejoice,And I thank the great Giver for giving   The soul of my gladness a voice.In the glow of the glorious weather,   In the sweet-scented, sensuous air,My burdens seem light as a feather -   They are nothing to bear. In the strength and the glory of power,    In the pride and the pleasure of wealth(For who dares dispute me my dower

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All wondering, and eager-eyed, within her porticoI made my plea to Hostess Life, one morning long ago. "Pray show me this great house of thine, nor close a single door;But let me wander where I will, and climb from floor to floor! For many rooms, and curious things, and treasures great and small Within your spacious mansion lie, and I would see them all." Then Hostess Life turned silently, her

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It is easy enough to be pleasant   When life flows by like a song,But the man worth while is the one who will smile   When everything goes dead wrong.For the test of the heart is trouble,   And it always comes with the years,And the smile that is worth the praises of earth   Is the smile that shines through tears. It is easy enough to be prudent    When nothing tempts you to stray,When without or

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Touchy Poem is something which I consider will touch you in someway. In life you want to feel in a certain way. I hope the poems here will help you make you laugh, cry, bring a smile on your face, give you a vision in life. Poems are not my own written. They are just collection. Have good time exploring here.

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