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and
Ice
a
poem
by
Robert
Frost
FIRE
AND
ICE
Some
say
the
world
will
end
in
fire,
Some
say
in
ice.
From
what
I've
tasted
of
desire
I
hold
with
those
who
favour
fire.
But
if
it
had
to
perish
twice,
I
think
I
know
enough
of
hate
To
say
that
for
destruction
ice
Is
also
great
And
would
suffice.
River
a
poem
by
Emily
Dickinson
My
river
runs
to
thee.
Blue
sea,
wilt
thou
welcome
me?
My
river
awaits
reply.
Oh!
sea,
look
graciously.
I’ll
fetch
thee
brooks
from
spotted
nooks.
Say,
sea,
Take
me!
3.
Beautiful
Soup
poem
by
Lewis
Carroll
Beautiful
Soup
BEAUTIFUL
Soup,
so
rich
and
green,
Waiting
in
a
hot
tureen!
Who
for
such
dainties
would
not
stoop?
Soup
of
the
evening,
beautiful
Soup!
Soup
of
the
evening,
beautiful
Soup!
Beau--ootiful
Soo-oop!
Beau--
ootiful
Soo-oop!
Soo--oop
of
the
e--e--evening,
Beautiful,
beautiful
Soup!
Beautiful
Soup!
Who
cares
for
fish,
Game,
or
any
other
dish?
Who
would
not
give
all
else
for
two
Pennyworth
only
of
Beautiful
Soup?
Pennyworth
only
of
beautiful
Soup?
Beau--ootiful
Soo-oop!
Beau--ootiful
Soo-oop!
Soo--
oop
of
the
e--e--
evening,
Beautiful,
beauti--FUL
SOUP!
4.
How
doth
the
little
crocodile...
poem
by
Lewis
Carroll
How
doth
the
little
crocodile...
How
doth
the
little
crocodile
Improve
his
shining
tail,
And
pour
the
waters
of
the
Nile
On
every
golden
scale!
How
cheerfully
he
seems
to
grin
How
neatly
spreads
his
claws,
And
welcomes
little
fishes
in,
With
gently
smiling
jaws!
5.
A
Birthday
a
poem
by
Christina
Rossetti
A
BIRTHDAY
My
heart
is
like
a
singing
bird
Whose
nest
is
in
a
water'd
shoot;
My
heart
is
like
an
apple-
tree
Whose
boughs
are
bent
with
thick-set
fruit;
My
heart
is
like
a
rainbow
shell
That
paddles
in
a
halcyon
sea;
My
heart
is
gladder
than
all
these,
Because
my
love
is
come
to
me.
Raise
me
a
da?
s
of
silk
and
down;
Hang
it
with
vair
and
purple
dyes;
Carve
it
in
doves
and
pomegranates,
And
peacocks
with
a
hundred
eyes;
Work
it
in
gold
and
silver
grapes,
In
leaves
and
silver
fleurs-de-lys;
Because
the
birthday
of
my
life
Is
come,
my
love
is
come
to
me.
6.
Fog
a
poem
by
Carl
Sandburg
FOG
The
fog
comes
on
little
cat
feet.
It
sits
looking
over
harbor
and
city
on
silent
haunches
and
then
moves
on.
7.
Father
and
Child
a
poem
by
William
Butler
Yeats
She
hears
me
strike
the
board
and
say
That
she
is
under
ban
Of
all
good
men
and
women,
Being
mentioned
with
a
man
That
has
the
worst
of
all
bad
names;
And
thereupon
replies
That
his
hair
is
beautiful,
Cold
as
the
March
wind
his
eyes.
8.
Life
in
a
Love
a
poem
by
Robert
Browning
Escape
me?
Never
—
Beloved!
While
I
am
I,
and
you
are
you,
So
long
as
the
world
contains
us
both,
Me
the
loving
and
you
the
loth,
While
the
one
eludes,
must
the
other
pursue.
My
life
is
a
fault
at
last,
I
fear:
It
seems
too
much
like
a
fate,
indeed!
Though
I
do
my
best
I
shall
scarce
succeed.
But
what
if
I
fail
of
my
purpose
here?
It
is
but
to
keep
the
nerves
at
strain,
To
dry
one's
eyes
and
laugh
at
a
fall,
And
baffled,
get
up
to
begin
again,
—
So
the
chase
takes
up
one's
life,
that's
all.
While,
look
but
once
from
your
farthest
bound,
At
me
so
deep
in
the
dust
and
dark,
No
sooner
the
old
hope
drops
to
ground
Than
a
new
one,
straight
to
the
selfsame
mark,
I
shape
me
—
Ever
Removed!
9
Lake of Autumn
I
remember
quite
clearly
now
when
the
story
happened.
The
autumn
leaves
were
floating
in
measure down to the ground, recovering
the lake, where we used to swim like children,
under the
sun was there to shire. That
time we used to be happy. Well, I thought we were.
But the truth was
that you had been
longing to leave me, not daring to tell me. On
that precious night, watching the
lake,
vaguely conscious. You said:
The rain was killing the last days of
summer, you had been killing my last breath of
love, since a
long time ago. I still
don't think I'm gonna make it through another love
story. You took it all away
from me.
And there I stand, I knew I was going to be the
one left behind. But still I'm watching the
lake, vaguely conscious, and I know my
life is ending.
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