The old church tower and garden wall
Are black with autumn rain
And dreary winds foreboding call
The darkness down again
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CHARLES KINGSLEY Rain, rain falling down
Down, down on the gound
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LYNDA MULLALY HUNT Life has pounded me down
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SUZY KASSEM I asked the zebra,
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Or white with black strips?
And the zeb...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN I asked the Zebra,
are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
...
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Here is the ...
ANNA AKHMATOVA Black for hunting through the night
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Gold for a b...
CASSANDRA CLARE And a ton came down on a coloured road,
And a ton came down on a gaol,
And a ton came down...
MERVYN PEAKE oh darling,
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NIKKI ROWE blue-gold sky, fresh cloud,
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BARBARA BLATNER This autumn-
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BASHō MATSUO Grant me an old man's frenzy,
Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that Willia...
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
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ROBERT FROST The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year,
Of wailing winds and naked woods and meado...
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A poor old Widow in her weeds
Sowed her garden with wild-flower seeds;
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WALTER DE LA MARE sometimes i don't know, which moment
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SANOBER KHAN Long has black powder been in the hands of dwarves alone.
Alas, winds ever change and nothing ...
J.P. ASHMAN October
O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze,
Down these grey slopes, upon th...
WILLIAM MORRIS A black cat among roses,
phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon,
the sweet smells of hel...
AMY LOWELL Drive down any road,
take a train or an airplane
across the world, leave
your o...
MARY OLIVER He comes with western winds, with evening's
wandering airs,
With that clear dusk of heave...
EMILY BRONTë At Tara in this fateful hour,
I place all Heaven with its power,
And the sun with its brig...
MADELEINE L'ENGLE Black hawk down.
Black eagle up.
CASS VAN KRAH For the whole year long I see
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LANGSTON HUGHES Few Come This Way
Few come this way; not that the darkness
Deters them, but t...
EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY Black for hunting through the night
For death and mourning the color's white
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CASSANDRA CLARE It blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year;
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ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON The winds of change are always blowing
And every time I try to stay
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WILLIE NELSON Sea-fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And a...
JOHN MASEFIELD ENDURANCE
I don't know you,
But I love you,
Just as God loves me and you.
...
SUZY KASSEM Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds t...
MARY ELIZABETH FRYE Acquainted with the Night
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I have w...
ROBERT FROST The Children's Hour
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HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW God made a beauteous garden
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ROBERT FROST That William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call.
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When rain bends down the bough;
And I sh...
SARA TEASDALE My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the on...
EDMOND ROSTAND I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
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JOHN EDWARD MASEFIELD Those black eyes I once so praised
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WILLIAM WETMORE STORY When I am dead, and over me bright April
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Tho you should...
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cats...
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URSULA K. LE GUIN Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
And the browns gone gray
An...
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under the overhead light
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CHARLES BUKOWSKI Once lively peonies now
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crown...
KRISTEN HENDERSON TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
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RUDYARD KIPLING Each in His Own Tongue
A fire mist and a planet,
A crystal and a cell,
A jellyfish an...
WILLIAM HERBERT CARRUTH I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.
I...
ROBERT FROST I falter where I firmly trod,
And falling with my weight of cares
Upon the great world's...
ALFRED TENNYSON Rain turned to ice,
and lightning splintered, it spliced
the black sky, it seeped a bright...
A. LEE BROCK Light is the left hand of darkness
and darkness the right hand of light.
Two are one, life...
URSULA K. LE GUIN When winds are raging o'er the upper ocean
And billows wild contend with angry roar,
'Tis said...
HARRIET BEECHER STOWE Now and again there's a moment,
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yes, I am willing to be
t...
MARY OLIVER AUTUMNAL
Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That ...
ERNEST DOWSON I saw his face change.
His eyes widen.
He lunged at me.
I wouldn't let go.
We...
KAMI GARCIA in the afterglow
of an evening rain
i lay down
in the grass
and think of ...
SANOBER KHAN At the Moor
Wanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisper
In the stillne...
GEORG TRAKL Let me in the wall
You've built around
We can light a match
And burn it down
Let...
THE CIVIL WARS Last night
the rain
spoke to me
slowly, saying,
what joy
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To R.A.L.
Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall s...
VERA BRITTAIN Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black strea...
STEPHEN CRANE Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?'
'Since you're carrying one? Fee...
RACHEL CAINE Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends.
Past t...
SHEL SILVERSTEIN When You Are Old"
WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by...
W.B. YEATS Lay down
Your tired & weary head my friend.
We have wept too long
Night is fallin...
JOSé N. HARRIS The old women in black at early Mass in winter
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JACK GILBERT Here comes the rain again.
Falling on my arms like a tragedy.
Reminding me of pain, as the...
SHILLPI S BANERRJI One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,
Across the meadows bare and brown,
The windows of the w...
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW One ship sails east and another sails west
With the self-same winds that blow.
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ELLA WHEELER WILCOX Here I came to the very edge
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PABLO NERUDA Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
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All the king's horses and a...
LEWIS CARROLL When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego,
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D.H. LAWRENCE WINTER'S GHOST:
Autumn moon
incautious in the dark river
Winter’s ghost walks
...
TAMARA RENDELL When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep
And nodding b...
W.B. YEATS Fantasy like thought that no man could rain
Just let her reign
Run wild with her unafraid<...
MAQUITA DONYEL IRVIN To-day I think
Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot'...
EDWARD THOMAS In the baby’s room
The city lights are
Milky
In the curtains…
Breath ...
JOHN GEDDES With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
SANOBER KHAN Soeur Marie Emelie"
Soeur Marie Emelie
is little and very old:
her eyes are ony...
CARYLL HOUSELANDER Another snowball, this time it impacted on my shoulder.
I dusted the snow off my coat wi...
KARINA HALLE This is a call to the living,
To those who refuse to make peace with evil,
With the sufferi...
ALGERNON D. BLACK Autumn.
The grace in letting dead things fall.
DARNELL LAMONT WALKERMONT WALKER Autumn.
The grace in letting dead things fall.
DARNELL LAMONT WALKER The world and it's people are my church".
~R. Alan Woods [1996]
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Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes,
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The darkness takes him over,
the sickness pulls him in;
his eyes�...
LANG LEAV Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,
And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . .
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT And now it is said of me
That my love is nothing because I have borne no children,
Or bec...
JAMES WRIGHT What happened?" he asked brusquely, interrupting me.
"What do you mean, what happened?"<...
KRISTI COOK Yet will that beauteous image make
The dreary sea less drear
And thy remembered smile will w...
WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT Dad?" Jesus asked.
"Yes, son?" God replied.
"What came before colors?" Jesus asked.
"...
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and reason has gone.
Yesterday, I sold the sun for you
and tonight...
KAMAND KOJOURI Pushed into darkness,
the only way out was
to seek light with the
torch of hope and ...
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and leap into the ripe air
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CHARLOTTE BRONTë You are no ruin sir--no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about you...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to aband...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive th...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë At that time, I well remember whatever could excite - certain accidents of the weather, for instance...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking ab...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when ...
ANNE BRONTë It is a long way off, sir"
"From what Jane?"
"From England and from Thornfield: and ___" CHARLOTTE BRONTë No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not o...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë An odour of camphor and burnt vinegar warned me when I came near the fever room: and i passed its do...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Her book has perhaps been a good one; it has refreshed, refilled, rewarmed her heart; it has set her...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!
CHARLOTTE BRONTë It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, ...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh. You — poor and obs...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I will give my whole heart and soul to my Maker if I can,' I answered, 'and not one atom more of it ...
ANNE BRONTë I am, as Miss Scatcherd said, slatternly; I seldom put, and certainly never keep, things in order; I...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë The word book acted as a transient stimulus
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I wished to tell the truth, for truth always conveys its own moral to those who are able to receive ...
ANNE BRONTë You may think it all very fine, Mr. Huntingdon, to amuse yourself with rousing my jealousy; but take...
ANNE BRONTë Cheerfulness, it would appear,
is a matter which depends fully as much on the state
of t...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conce...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Evening Solace
The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sea...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë A spirit of candor and frankness, when wholly unaccompanied with coarseness, he
admired in othe...
ANNE BRONTë So you shun me? - you shut yourself up and grieve alone! I would rather you had come and upbraided m...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë . . . because we cannot conceive that as we grow up our own minds will become so enlarged and elevat...
ANNE BRONTë Already, I seemed to feel my intellect deteriorating, my heart petrifying, my soul contracting; and ...
ANNE BRONTë How odd it is that we so often weep for each other’s distresses, when we shed not a tear for our o...
ANNE BRONTë I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And w...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Tell me, now, fairy as you are, - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë My hopes were all dead --- struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-b...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither so...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I thank my Maker, that in the midst of judgment he has remembered mercy. I humbly entreat my Redeeme...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked passionately. "Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Relinquish! What! my vocation? My great work? My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven? M...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a n...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë And as for the vague something --- was it a sinister or a sorrowful, a designing or a desponding exp...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charm...
ANNE BRONTë I hold another creed, which no one ever taught me, and which I seldom mention, but in which I deligh...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë The charm of variety there was not, nor the excitement of incident; but I liked peace so well, and s...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivi...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same the...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.
CHARLOTTE BRONTë And what is hell? Can you tell me that?”
“A pit full of fire.”
“And should you lik...
CHARLOTTE BRONTë I am no bird, no net ensnares me.
CHARLOTTE BRONTë