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Eldorado |
by Edgar Allan Poe |
Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old - This knight so bold - And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. |
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And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow - "Shadow," said he, "Where can it be - This land of Eldorado?" "Over the mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride," The shade replied - "If you seek for Eldorado!" |
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by William Shakespeare |
Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou are more lovely and temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd: But thy eternal Summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. |
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Shall I Compare Thee, |
(Sonnet XVIII) |
The Ring On Her Finger |
by Myself |
The ring on her finger Meant nothing to me. For despite all her warnings, We continued to see. Her body was beauty, Her hair long and red. Our love for each other Came out in bed. We made love in hotels While he was away. Our passion for each other Blossomed more every day. |
Our bodies entwined, She was so hot to hold, But I still saw on the shelf That ring made of gold. One night while we lay there, All covered in sweat, A man with a gun Burst in, and we met. I leave the old church To a place just out West, Followed by lines of people And then laid to rest. |
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