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'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
'Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there a churchyard grave is
found
In the cold north's unhallowed ground,
Because the wretched man himself had
slain,
His love was such a grievous pain.
And there is one whom I ve years have
nown!
He dwells alone
"pon Helvellyn's side:
He loved##the pretty Bar$ara died!
And thus he maes his moan:
Three years had Bar$ara in her grave $een
laid
%hen thus his moan he made:
&h, move, thou (ottage, from $ehind that
oa)
r let the aged tree uprooted lie,
That in some other way yon smoe
*ay mount into the sy)
The clouds pass on! they from the heavens
depart.
I loo##the sy is empty space!
I now not what I trace!
But when I cease to loo, my hand is on myheart.
&h) what a weight is in these shades) +e
leaves,
That murmur once so dear, when will it
cease
+our sound my heart of rest $ereaves,
It ro$s my heart of peace.
Thou Thrush, that singest loud##and loud and
free,
Into yon row of willows -it,
"pon that alder sit!
r sing another song, or choose another
tree.
&oll $ac, sweet ill) $ac to thy mountain#
$ounds,
And there for ever $e thy waters chained)
/or thou dost haunt the air with sounds
That cannot $e sustained!
If still $eneath that pine#tree's ragged $ough
Headlong yon waterfall must come,
h let it then $e dum$)
Be anything, sweet ill, $ut that which thou
art now.
&Thou 0glantine, so $right with sunny
showers,
1roud as a rain$ow spanning half the vale,
Thou one fair shru$, oh) shed thy -owers,
And stir not in the gale.
/or thus to see thee nodding in the air,
To see thy arch thus stretch and $end,
Thus rise and thus descend,##
2istur$s me till the sight is more than I can
dear.&
The *an who maes this feverish complaint
Is one of giant stature, who could dance03uipped from head to foot in iron mail.
Ah gentle 4ove) if ever thought was thine
To store up indred hours for me, thy face
Turn from me, gentle 4ove) nor let me wal
%ithin the sound of 0mma's voice, nor now
5uch happiness as I have nown to#day.
%illiam %ordsworth
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Still I Rise
+ou may write me down in history
%ith your $itter, twisted lies,
+ou may tread me in the very dirt
But still, lie dust, I'll rise.
2oes my sassiness upset you
%hy are you $eset with gloom
'(ause I wal lie I've got oil wells
1umping in my living room.
6ust lie moons and lie suns,
%ith the certainty of tides,
6ust lie hopes springing high,
5till I'll rise.
2id you want to see me $roen
Bowed head and lowered eyes
5houlders falling down lie teardrops.
%eaened $y my soulful cries.
2oes my haughtiness o7end you
2on't you tae it awful hard
'(ause I laugh lie I've got gold mines
2iggin' in my own $ac yard.
+ou may shoot me with your words,
+ou may cut me with your eyes,
+ou may ill me with your hatefulness,
But still, lie air, I'll rise.
2oes my se8iness upset you
2oes it come as a surprise
That I dance lie I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs
ut of the huts of history's shame
I rise
"p from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a $lac ocean, leaping and wide,
%elling and swelling I $ear in the tide.
4eaving $ehind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a day$rea that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
*aya Angelou
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If - Poem by Rudyard Kipli!
If you can eep your head when all a$out you
Are losing theirs and $laming it on you!
If you can trust yourself when all men dou$t
you,
But mae allowance for their dou$ting too:
If you can wait and not $e tired $y waiting,
r, $eing lied a$out, don't deal in lies,
r $eing hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't loo too good, nor tal too
wise!
If you can dream###and not mae dreams
your master!
If you can thin###and not mae thoughts
your aim,If you can meet with Triumph and 2isaster
And treat those two impostors 9ust the
same:.
If you can $ear to hear the truth you've
spoen
Twisted $y naves to mae a trap for fools,
r watch the things you gave your life to,
$roen,
And stoop and $uild'em up with worn#out
tools!
If you can mae one heap of all your
winnings
And ris it on one turn of pitch#and#toss,
And lose, and start again at your $eginnings,
And never $reathe a word a$out your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and
sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
08cept the %ill which says to them: &Hold
on)&
If you can tal with crowds and eep your
virtue,
r wal with ings###nor lose the common
touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurtyou,
If all men count with you, $ut none too much
If you can ll the unforgiving minute
%ith si8ty seconds' worth of distance run,
+ours is the 0arth and everything that's in it,
And###which is more###you'll $e a *an, my
son)
udyard ipling
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