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Walt Whitman: Thanks in Old Age
Thanks in Old AgeThanks in old age—thanks ere I go, For health, the midday sun, the impalpable air—for life, mere life, For precious ever-lingering memories, (of you my mother dear—you,…Walt Whitman: On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!
On, on the Same, Ye Jocund Twain!On, on the same, ye jocund twain! My life and recitative, containing birth, youth, mid-age years, Fitful as motley-tongues of flame, inseparably twined and…Walt Whitman: Good-Bye My Fancy!
Good-Bye My Fancy!Good-bye my Fancy! Farewell dear mate, dear love! I'm going away, I know not where, Or to what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again, So Good-bye my Fancy.Now for my…Recreation Specialist
Darryl Kim Tell us about your work---what do you do? I coordinate youth sports and youth-related community events . What…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Song-By Allan Stream
by Robert Burns Song-Had I A CaveWhistle, And I'll Come To You, My LadSong-By Allan Stream By Allan stream I chanc'd to rove, While Phoebus sank beyond Benledi; The winds…Poems and Songs of Robert Burns: Forlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near
by Robert Burns Their Groves O'Sweet MyrtleFragment,-Why, Why Tell The LoverForlorn, My Love, No Comfort Near Air-"Let me in this ae night." Forlorn, my Love, no comfort near…What Your Car Color Says About You
Based on the DuPont Automotive rankings of most popular automotive colors in North America, here’s what Color Answer Book author Leatrice Eiseman says vehicles are revealing about their…Poems by Emily Dickinson: Satisfied
Love With a Flower Satisfied One blessing had I, than the rest So larger to my eyes That I stopped gauging, satisfied, For this enchanted size. It was the limit of my dream…Christina Rossetti: Dream Land
Dream LandWhere sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmèd sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her…Alfred Lord Tennyson: The Burial of Love
The Burial of Love His eyes in eclipse, Pale cold his lips, The light of his hopes unfed, Mute his tongue, His bow unstrung With the tears he hath shed, Backward…