9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On The Ning Nang Nong On The Ning Nang Nong : On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! and the monkeys all say BOO! There’s a Nong Nang Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots jibber jabber joo. On the Nong Ning […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On The Grasshopper and The Cricket On The Grasshopper and The Cricket : The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On The Grasshopper and Cricket On The Grasshopper and Cricket : Unlike The Ant and the Cricket which tells a story this is a nature poem. In it, the grasshopper and cricket do not appear as characters in a story. Rather, they act as symbols, each suggesting something […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On Shakespear 1630 On Shakespear 1630 : What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow’d reliques should be hid Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need’st thou such weak […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On Raglan Road On Raglan Road : On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On My Blackboard I can Draw On My Blackboard I can Draw : On my blackboard I can draw, One little house with one green door, Two brown gates that open wide, Three red steps that lead inside, Four little chimneys painted white, Five little windows shining bright, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On Killing a Tree On Killing a Tree : You must have observed people cutting down trees. But can they kill a tree? Is it easy to do so? Let’s read the poem and find out what the poet says on killing a tree. It takes much time […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

On His Blindness On His Blindness : When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

Off To Outer Space Tomorrow Morning Off To Outer Space Tomorrow Morning : You can start the Count Down, you can take a last look; You can pass me my helmet from its plastic hook; You can cross out my name in the telephone book – For I’m […]

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9 Nov 2014
Nov 9 2014

Ode to a Nightingale Ode to a Nightingale : My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ’Tis not through envy of thy happy […]

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