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When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats -YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

William Butler Yeats was the most famous Irish poet of all time, and his poems of unrequited love for the beautiful and dangerous revolutionary Maud Gonne helped make her almost as famous as he was in Ireland. 358 more words

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Invictus - YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. … 108 more words

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Fisherman's Prayer

I pray that I may live to fish
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray: 23 more words

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Abou Ben Adhem - YOUR FAVOURITE POEM


Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And saw, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, 130 more words

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Rain Music by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr. - YOUR FAVOURITE POEM

On the dusty earth-drum
Beats the falling rain;
Now a whispered murmur,
Now a louder strain.

Slender, silvery drumsticks,
On an ancient drum,
Beat the mellow music… 47 more words

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Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening - Your Favourite Poem

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 90 more words

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No Beer No Work - YOUR FAVOURITE POEM


 

 






The shades of night was fallin’ slow
As through New York a guy did go
 And nail on ev’ry barroom door
 A card that this here motter bore:
 “No beer, no work.”

His brow was sad, his mouth was dry;
It was the first day of July,
 And where, all parched and scorched it hung,
 These words was stenciled on his tongue:
 “No beer, no work.”

“Oh, stay,” the maiden said, “and sup
This malted milk from this here cup.”
 A shudder passed through that there guy,
 But with a moan he made reply:
 “No beer, no work.”

At break of day, as through the town
The milkman put milk bottles down,
 Onto one stoop a sort of snore
 Was heard, and then was heard no more—
 “No beer, no work.”

The poor old guy plumb dead was found
And planted in the buryin’ ground,
 Still graspin’ in his hand of ice
 Them placards with this sad device:
 “No beer, no work. 6 more words
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