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Related JOHN MILTON EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY GASTON LEROUX ROBERT HERRICK EDGAR ALLAN POE It happens all the time in heaven,شمس الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی HERMANN HESSE ALDOUS HUXLEY ROMAN PAYNE ISAAC WATTS KAMAND KOJOURI The night is not so sinister or longJENNIFER REESER J.M. BARRIE JANDY NELSON W.B. YEATS QWANA REYNOLDS-FRASIER a single poemSANOBER KHAN Dread was always with her, an alarm system in her head, alertG.G. RENEE HILL Immortal existence..DAVE ZEBIAN Our life contains a thousand springs,WILLIAM BILLINGS PABLO NERUDA Her close friends have gathered.KRIS KRISTOFFERSON SANHITA BARUAH MARA E. DVORAK AMIT ABRAHAM WILL ADVISE SUZY KASSEM He wants a fifteen thousand pound settlement."DEEANNE GIST CHARLES BUKOWSKI URSULA K. LE GUIN Dear Aunt Loretta,JEFF KINNEY MARKELLE GRABO Old Mother Hubbard KRISTEN MCKEE Two or three angelsSTEPHEN CRANE Dear refuge of my weary soul,ANNE STEELE ANNE SEXTON Dear God, I was terribly lostOWL CITY I had a friend that lived here JEAN WILLIAMS ROBERT FROST ROBERT FROST CHRISTINA ENGELA JOHN CIARDI SHEL SILVERSTEIN HELEN STEINER RICE Tonight I Can Write PABLO NERUDA EMILY DICKINSON ANDREA GIBSON Dear Deborah,LISA WINGATE The Word STEFAN GEORGE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE All space is relative. There is no such thing as size. The telescope and the microscope have produce... DAVID H. KELLER CHARLES BUKOWSKI KHANG KIJARRO NGUYEN JOYCE RACHELLE DANTE ALIGHIERI BILL WATTERSON WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Lady of the silver moonMADELYN ALT SUZY KASSEM ROMAN PAYNE Dear God, I prayed, all unafraid RUTH BELL GRAHAM KAMAND KOJOURI ANA CLAUDIA ANTUNES In the NovelSUSAN STEWART EMILY DICKINSON EMILY DICKINSON Sonnet 130 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE RICHARD CRASHAW PABLO NERUDA Wasted tries, The many whys, Is it the soul of Compromise? JULIEANNE O'CONNOR But at this point an objection is frequently raised. J. GRESHAM MACHEN JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE somebody/ anybodyNTOZAKE SHANGE NEIL GAIMAN RUMI BRIAN JACQUES SUZY KASSEM RUMI KAMAND KOJOURI GOD made a wonderful mother, PAT O'REILLY CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE AULIQ ICE The King and Queen did the best they could. They hired the most superior tutors and governesses to t... PATRICIA C. WREDE OSCAR WILDE WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Holiday leaned her elbows on her desk. "You can't find one thing that points to his guilt."C.C. HUNTER Poetry is the language of the soul;LORI R. LOPEZ I Like For You To Be Still PABLO NERUDA CHRISTOPHER FRY ROBERT FROST J.K. ROWLING LANG LEAV FRANCIS THOMPSON CHARLES BUKOWSKI Remember The DreamJAMES INGRAM Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,COLEMAN BARKS TOBA BETA WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ED SHEERAN
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So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity,
That, when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liv... 
Be to her, Persephone,
Lost in Hell,-Persephone,
Erik: Are you very tired?
Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score;
It was many and many a year ago,
The Wolf trots to and fro,
There was a thing called Heaven; but all the same they used to drink enormous quantities of alcohol.... 
Ô, the wine of a woman
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
The guilt you felt 
Build a house?" exclaimed John.
There once was a girl who found herself dead.
THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
LOVE IS NOMADIC
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Those were the three words seldom asked to her.
Beauty lies within the soul 
I am sitting far from you
On building homes for fallen angels:
THE THREE LAWS OF ALL
I didn't know who to
Heaven and earth
I hate going through this when we just found...," his voice trailed off.
My dear it was a moment
Nature's first green is gold,
Beaming into the thick of a tree without becoming a lifelong tree hugger was a tricky business. A pr... 
There was a young lady from Gloucester
No Difference
A mother's love is like an island 
Tonight I Can Write
THE soul should always stand ajar,
Let me say right now for the record,
Dear Deborah,
Clown: Good Madonna, why mournest thou?
Shed the tears.
Dear Teenage Self,
And following its path, we took no care
This tiger is sprawled
Not that I have the power to clutch my hand
KINGDOM OF THE WOMB
He started to estrange her... 
Hope is the thing with feathers
And when life's sweet fable ends,
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I am the spirit that negates.
I mean, d'you know what eternity is? There's this big mountain, see, a mile high, at the end of the ... 
You left ground and sky weeping,
So here is my story, may it bring
Heartsick, heartbroken—
I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” 
Dear Gods of Heaven and Earth.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
The human heart can go to the lengths of God. 
...So when at times the mob is swayed
A thousand years or more ago,
A bird who hurt her wing,
All things by immortal power,
A skeptical man with a credo, 'Seeing is believing'. 
Leave her to heaven 
And they say
The mind is its own place and in itself, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. 
Who overcomes by force, hath overcome but half his foe. 