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Alas! Young angel,
hath thou broken thy wings?
Thy art the welting flower so young and pretty.
Lay thou haplessly?
Upon the harden, barren soil.
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A poem about an egotistical person
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Why are you staying?
God’s beloved soul,
hear! Can’t you hear?
The cry of the angels calling for you?
Lead we, you toward the light,
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Oh! Gallant Shepherd!
1700’s
Twas once a gallant shepherd,
whom cared for sheep from valleys, and yonder way.
From evening to morning when..
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It was in spring,
when shepherd aspired to put fresh roses in his new wife’s hair.
And she laughed, and pulled his arm away, all was quite eno..
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Look upon this rose, and this..
But the shepherdess saw nothing,
but it was only a second,
not nearly a minute,
she saw her winsome lover,
and as..
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Around, and round the Merry-Go-Round,
with sparkling, wandering eyes.
Every horse, and animal, truthfully can see,
the enchantment, excitement, and..
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A wrote a little phrase,
and tied it neatly with a string.
Sometimes I fear,
that inspiration might not be to near.
The little scroll butterfly,
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A quote
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The conclusion of my poem La Gentil Pere
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