Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That held as much as he should ever know On earth again of home, paused warily. The road …
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Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds …
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She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to …
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I dwelt aloneIn a world of moanAnd my soul was a stagnant tideTill the fair and gentle Eulaliebecame my blushing bride-Till the yellow-haired young Eulaliebecame my smiling bride. Ah, less-- less …
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids …
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Before Martin Luther King, there was Langston Hughes. His verse stirred the pot. And while MLK would be the one to organize his people, it was Hughes that first put the dream in their …
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