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04-29-2012, 04:52 AM
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(Ode To Autumn )
It's autumn, all fruitful and oozing,
There are vines, nuts, and cider for boozing;
Noise from gnats, lambs and crickets then follows
And it ends with a robin and swallows.
Last edited by Jerome Betts; 04-29-2012 at 04:53 AM.
Reason: Typo
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04-29-2012, 05:56 AM
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The reverie of poor Susan
She's in London, but pines for the Lakes
Whose memory a caged thrush awakes.
She enjoys a brief visionary gleam
Till the sight fades away like a dream.
Last edited by Jerome Betts; 05-02-2012 at 03:40 AM.
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04-29-2012, 08:17 AM
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Oh God, I've got to get in on this. There's today's studying out the window.
In the meantime, Marion, you just earned a sincere, unexpected, hearty peal of belly laughter. Maybe I’m just a sucker for Houseman. I’ve just pissed off half the library, anyways, so.
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04-29-2012, 08:20 AM
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Also, I echo Chris re. George. My money's on that gem. But then, maybe THAT'S just because I don't like Pound.
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04-29-2012, 10:07 AM
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This gets addictive, doesn't it?
Wholly inappropriate for a family publication (so thank heavens there's the Sphere):
"Oh what can ail thee knight-at-arms
'Midst such Autumnal trumpery?"
"I met an Elphin Princess, Sir;
Then the slut bloody dumpèd me!"
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04-29-2012, 10:21 AM
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Or even Housman, Robert.
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04-29-2012, 10:31 AM
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My head is hung.
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04-29-2012, 12:06 PM
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Location: Belmont, Massachusetts USA
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I'm lying awake nights thinking of these.
How do I love thee? With depth and height and breadth,
freely, purely, wholely, while life lingers,
with breath, smiles, tears, and even after death,
and other ways--but I've run out of fingers.
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04-29-2012, 12:31 PM
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Location: New York
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I tell this story oft, and sigh:
Before me lay two trails.
I took the one less traveled by
Because my coin said tails.
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04-29-2012, 12:42 PM
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The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
I pull my horse's strap.
I've miles to go before I sleep,
But can't a fellow nap?
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