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With the Sun Going Down With Nowhere To Go

With scars adept to traffic,
I go sideways: The dogs want out.
They are very needy, and the days are needy
Too. Another one has eaten the world,
My soul is joyous- but my face tired-
If I sold wine, I’d be beautiful,
I’d have a little family, and a house in the
Snow- I’d play with my daughter under the
Tree, and I wouldn’t listen no matter what
The serpent sang to me;
And my soul is joyous, it has nowhere to go.
Maybe tomorrow it will follow the sun outside
And around the world a bit;
Maybe it will visit you and crenellate your daughter
Like a good luck charm, and influence more
People to consummate you- They consummate you
Already with the sun going down,
The cars swirling down the mountain as if in a
Clever, automated dream; their faces winding down,
But I should think that their souls would like

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poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Burst Of Fire

Oh, for that burst of fire,
within a ring of feeling, the
fire of love consummate

For the overpowering desire,
the desire for fire, the living
feeling like a being alive

Seizing, overpowering its victim,
unifying all rivulets of desire in a
flaming quagmire, burning alive

Inflamed in an all-consuming, over-
powering desire, torturing, tortuous,
delightful, delicious, destruction of

All restraint, instinctual seizure,
instincts alive in burning desire,
aflame, alight, lighted, lightning

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poem by Louise Tredoux
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The Restoration Of The Works Of Art In Italy

LAND of departed fame! whose classic plains
Have proudly echo'd to immortal strains;
Whose hallow'd soil hath given the great and brave
Daystars of life, a birth-place and a grave;
Home of the Arts! where glory's faded smile
Sheds lingering light o'er many a mouldering pile;
Proud wreck of vanish'd power, of splendour fled,
Majestic temple of the mighty dead!
Whose grandeur, yet contending with decay,
Gleams through the twilight of thy glorious day;
Though dimm'd thy brightness, riveted thy chain,
Yet, fallen Italy! rejoice again!
Lost, lovely realm! once more 'tis thine to gaze
On the rich relics of sublimer days.

Awake, ye Muses of Etrurian shades,
Or sacred Tivoli's romantic glades;
Wake, ye that slumber in the bowery gloom
Where the wild ivy shadows Virgil's tomb;
Or ye, whose voice, by Sorga's lonely wave,

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poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Christmas-Eve

I.
OUT of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night air again.
I had waited a good five minutes first
In the doorway, to escape the rain
That drove in gusts down the common’s centre,
At the edge of which the chapel stands,
Before I plucked up heart to enter:
Heaven knows how many sorts of hands
Reached past me, groping for the latch
Of the inner door that hung on catch,
More obstinate the more they fumbled,
Till, giving way at last with a scold
Of the crazy hinge, in squeezed or tumbled
One sheep more to the rest in fold,
And left me irresolute, standing sentry
In the sheepfold’s lath-and-plaster entry,
Four feet long by two feet wide,
Partitioned off from the vast inside—
I blocked up half of it at least.

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poem by Robert Browning
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Do women feel anything more keenly than curiosity? No, they will go to any lengths to find out, to know,to feel, what they have always dreamed of! Once their excited curiosity has been aroused, women will stoop to anything, commit any folly, take any risks. They stop at nothing. I am speaking of women who are real women, who operate on three different levels. Superficially cool and rational, they have three secret compartments: the first is constantly full of womanly fret and anxiety; the second is a sort of innocent guile, like the fearsome sophistry of the self-righteous; and the last is filled with an engaging dishonesty, a charming deviousness, a consummate duplicity, with all those perverse qualities in fact that can drive a foolish, unwary love to suicide, but which by others may be judged quite delightful.

classic quote by Guy de Maupassant
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John Wayne was a consummate gentleman. Bigger than life.

quote by Jennifer O'Neill
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I believe firmly that it was the Almighty's goodness, to check my consummate vanity.

quote by Lord Mountbatten
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Jim Carrey is a consummate actor and professional. He comes on set, knows his lines and knows his moves.

quote by Christine Baranski
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And I remember looking at Gray Davis and, you know, Gray is the consummate political operative.

quote by Mike Curb
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CD (Backronym)

His tastes are unpalatable
His outlook unbearable
His envy twofold twisted
His existence diseased.

A consummate degenerate.

poem by Eon Ezkiel
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