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"drest" poems

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Lines On The Mermaid TavernSouls of Poets dead and gone, / What Elysium have ye known, / Happy field or mossy cavern,

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FateThat you are fair or wise is vain, / Or strong, or rich, or generous; / You must have also the untaught strain

Ralph Waldo Emerson50

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Musicians wrestle everywhere157 / Musicians wrestle everywhere— / All day—among the crowded air

Emily Dickinson19

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Mr. And Mrs. Spikky SparrowI / On a little piece of wood, / Mr. Spikky Sparrow stood;

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Painting And SculptureThe sinful painter drapes his goddess warm, / Because she still is naked, being drest; / The godlike sculptor will not so deform

Ralph Waldo Emerson4

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Ode On The SpringLo! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, / Fair Venus’ train, appear, / Disclose the long-expecting flowers,

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You're A Woman...**November 5, 2010 at 2:59 am / {Inspired by Dr. Boshra 3agban, Nizzar Qabani} / You're a woman;

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Ode On A Grecian UrnThou still unravish'd bride of quietness, / Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, / Sylvan historian, who canst thus express

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Written In London. September, 1802O Friend! I know not which way I must look / For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, / To think that now our life is only drest

William Wordsworth14

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Friends DepartedThey are all gone into the world of light! / And I alone sit ling’ring here; / Their very memory is fair and bright,

Henry Vaughan40

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The WeeperHail, sister springs, / Parents of silver-footed rills! / Ever bubbling things,

Richard Crashaw72

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PrayerPrayer the Churches banquet, Angels age, / Gods breath in man returning to his birth, / The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgramage,

George Herbert14

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WeathersThis is the weather the cuckoo likes, / And so do I; / When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,

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To Ellen, At The SouthThe green grass is growing, / The morning wind is in it, / 'Tis a tune worth the knowing,

Ralph Waldo Emerson36

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AaronHoliness on the head, / Light and perfections on the breast, / Harmonious bells below, raising the dead

George Herbert25

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I cannot see my soul but know ’tis there1262 / I cannot see my soul but know ’tis there / Nor ever saw his house nor furniture,

Emily Dickinson11

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England, 1802 IO friend! I know not which way I must look / For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, / To think that now our life is only drest

William Wordsworth14

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The Reply to the Passionate Shepherd'I'll live with Thee and be Thy love,' / I said to God, who, as a dove, / Did build a Nest within my Heart,

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Sonnet 14XIV / When Faith and Love which parted from thee never, / Had ripen’d thy just soul to dwell with God,

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HairclipsThey were three, / Playing with her hair in a spree, / Clasping a handsome tuft in her hand

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Yankee TalkThe Oakland A's are quite Athletic but, / why are they drest like ducks? / The announcer announces:

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