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TO A DEAD SOLDIER
by: Kendall Harrison
Though all the primrose paths of morning called
Your feet to follow them, and all the winds
Of all the hills of earth, with plucking hands
Wooed you to slopes that shone like emerald,
You might not go. The thin green grass that binds
Your feet had Earth and Death to forge its bands.
The rain's wet kiss is on your lips, where lay
Once the live pulses of a woman's soul;
Your eyes give back unto the quiet sky
Only the sheen of stars, the glare of day,
Or darkness when the kindly shadows roll
Up from the sea to hide you where you lie.
No woman's whisper holds your strong heart spent
And breathless. All the silver horns that blew
While legions cheered, are still. These things are done,
But these you have: a death for monument,
And peace you died to buy, and after you
The laughing play of children in the sun.
WAR
by: James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)
Z fer war, I call it murder,--
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that....
They may talk o' Freedom's airy
Tell they'er pupple in the face,--
It's a grand gret cemetary
Fer the barthrights of our race;
They jest want this Californy
So's to lug new slave-states in
To abuse ye, an' scorn ye,
An' to plunder ye like sin.
Dark Days
By Josie Geoghegan
My days were good
Then came a draft for the army
Bye bye family
Bye bye friends
Bye bye warm beds
Bye bye green grass and peace
Bye bye light.
My days had become dark.
My Friend John
By Josie Geoghegan
John was my best friend
We stuck with each other through thick and thin.
We protected each other
One day John got got away from me.
I tried to get him back, but he kept getting further and further away
This wretched thing we call war has ruined everything for me.
The sights were awful to see.
People were crying and soldiers were dying
War also took the thing that mattered most to me at the time.
My friend John.
Bibliography
"To a Dead Soldier, by Kendall Harrison." To a Dead Soldier, by Kendall Harrison. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Mar. 2013.
"War, by James Russell Lowell." War, by James Russell Lowell. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Mar. 2013.
by: Kendall Harrison
Though all the primrose paths of morning called
Your feet to follow them, and all the winds
Of all the hills of earth, with plucking hands
Wooed you to slopes that shone like emerald,
You might not go. The thin green grass that binds
Your feet had Earth and Death to forge its bands.
The rain's wet kiss is on your lips, where lay
Once the live pulses of a woman's soul;
Your eyes give back unto the quiet sky
Only the sheen of stars, the glare of day,
Or darkness when the kindly shadows roll
Up from the sea to hide you where you lie.
No woman's whisper holds your strong heart spent
And breathless. All the silver horns that blew
While legions cheered, are still. These things are done,
But these you have: a death for monument,
And peace you died to buy, and after you
The laughing play of children in the sun.
WAR
by: James Russell Lowell (1819-1891)
Z fer war, I call it murder,--
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that....
They may talk o' Freedom's airy
Tell they'er pupple in the face,--
It's a grand gret cemetary
Fer the barthrights of our race;
They jest want this Californy
So's to lug new slave-states in
To abuse ye, an' scorn ye,
An' to plunder ye like sin.
Dark Days
By Josie Geoghegan
My days were good
Then came a draft for the army
Bye bye family
Bye bye friends
Bye bye warm beds
Bye bye green grass and peace
Bye bye light.
My days had become dark.
My Friend John
By Josie Geoghegan
John was my best friend
We stuck with each other through thick and thin.
We protected each other
One day John got got away from me.
I tried to get him back, but he kept getting further and further away
This wretched thing we call war has ruined everything for me.
The sights were awful to see.
People were crying and soldiers were dying
War also took the thing that mattered most to me at the time.
My friend John.
Bibliography
"To a Dead Soldier, by Kendall Harrison." To a Dead Soldier, by Kendall Harrison. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Mar. 2013.
"War, by James Russell Lowell." War, by James Russell Lowell. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Mar. 2013.
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A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
A Dream Within a Dream
By Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me a vow —You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand —How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Dream Upon a Flower
By Josie Geoghegan
Laying there in a bed of flowers
I see myself enjoying the sweet scent of the lilacs
The flowers transport me to a better place, a place where all dreams can come true
Then I think to myself is this real?
Is this enchantment really real?
To me it was and I wish I could go back there and dream forever.
A Happy Dream
By Josie Geoghegan
As drift off into my dream
I realized I have stepped into a new a place, a paradise.
Not that palm, wave crashing paradise
This is a paradise where there are no problems or concerns.
There is just a place to get away from everything and be in silence.
This place is a happy dream.
Bibliography
"Edgar Allan Poe." : The Poetry Foundation. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Feb. 2013.
By Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
A Dream Within a Dream
By Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me a vow —You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand —How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Dream Upon a Flower
By Josie Geoghegan
Laying there in a bed of flowers
I see myself enjoying the sweet scent of the lilacs
The flowers transport me to a better place, a place where all dreams can come true
Then I think to myself is this real?
Is this enchantment really real?
To me it was and I wish I could go back there and dream forever.
A Happy Dream
By Josie Geoghegan
As drift off into my dream
I realized I have stepped into a new a place, a paradise.
Not that palm, wave crashing paradise
This is a paradise where there are no problems or concerns.
There is just a place to get away from everything and be in silence.
This place is a happy dream.
Bibliography
"Edgar Allan Poe." : The Poetry Foundation. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Feb. 2013.
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A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed—But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar--
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
A Dream Within a Dream
By Edgar Allen Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me a vow —You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand —How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep! O God! Can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
Dream Upon a Flower
By Josie Geoghegan
Laying there in a bed of flowers
I see myself enjoying the sweet scent of the lilacs
The flowers transport me to a better place, a place where all dreams can come true
Then I think to myself is this real?
Is this enchantment really real?
To me it was and I wish I could go back there and dream forever.
A Happy Dream
By Josie Geoghegan
As drift off into my dream
I realized I have stepped into a new a place, a paradise.
Not that palm, wave crashing paradise
This is a paradise where there are no problems or concerns.
There is just a place to get away from everything and be in silence.
This place is a happy dream.
Bibliography
"Edgar Allan Poe." : The Poetry Foundation. N.p., n.d. Web. 03 Feb. 2013.