"POETICALLY SPEAKING...." MORE QUOTES

"The sea is calm to-night.
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the straits--on the French coast, the light
Gleams and is gone, the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanch'd land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in."

"DOVER BEACH"
....Matthew Arnold (1822-1888)
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"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
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For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of paradise."

"KUBLA KHAN"
....Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
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"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could have framed thy fearful symmetry?"

"THE TYGER"
.....William Blake (1757-1827)
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"But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid plans o' mice an' men
Gang aft agley,
An' lea'e us nought but grief and pain,
For promis'd joy!

Still thou art blest, compared wi' me!
The present only touchest thee:
But och! I backward cast my e'e,
On prospects drear!
An forward, tho' I canna see.
I guess an' fear!"

"TO A MOUSE"
....Robert Burns(1759-1796)
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"I will arise and go now; and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go mow, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core."

"THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE"
....William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)
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"What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?"

....Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
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"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know that dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle imto that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who taught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good might.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good might.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

"DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT"
....Dylan Thomas (1914-1953)
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BY MIL, 4/16/12