EXAMPLES OF POEMS AND VISUALS ONLY MISS JULIA MILLER

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EXAMPLES OFPOEMS AND VISUALS ONLYMISS JULIA
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• Sonnet XIX When I Consider How my Light is Spent
• John Milton (1608-1674)
•               1 When I consider how my light is
  spent
•               2 Ere half my days in this dark
  world and wide,
•               3 And that one talent which is
  death to hide
•               4      Lodg'd with me useless,
  though my soul more bent
•               5 To serve therewith
  my Maker, and present
•               6      My true account, lest he
  returning chide,
•               7      "Doth God exact day-labour,
  light denied?"
•               8 I fondly ask. But Patience, to
  prevent
•               9 That murmur, soon
  replies "God doth not need
•             10      Either man's work or his own
  gifts who best
•             11      Bear his mild yoke, they
  serve him best. His state
•             12 Is kingly thousands at his
  bidding speed
•             13      And post o'er land and ocean
  without rest
•             14      They also serve who only
  stand and wait."

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• Ozymandias
• Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
•               1 I met a traveller from an
  antique land,
•               2 Who said -- "two vast and
  trunkless legs of stone
•               3 Stand in the desert ... near
  them, on the sand,
•               4 Half sunk a shattered visage
  lies, whose frown,
•               5 And wrinkled lips, and sneer of
  cold command,
•               6 Tell that its sculptor well
  those passions read
•               7 Which yet survive, stamped on
  these lifeless things,
•               8 The hand that mocked them, and
  the heart that fed
•               9 And on the pedestal these words
  appear
•             10 My name is Ozymandias, King of
  Kings,
•             11 Look on my Works ye Mighty, and
  despair!
•             12 Nothing beside remains. Round
  the decay
• 13 Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

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The Good, Great Man
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)   
          1     "How seldom, friend! a good great
man inherits              2     Honour or wealth
with all his worth and pains!              3 It
sounds like stories from the land of spirits   
          4 If any man obtain that which he
merits              5     Or any merit that
which he obtains."
REPLY TO THE ABOVE             
6   For shame, dear friend, renounce this canting
strain!              7 What would'st thou have a
good great man obtain?              8 Place?
titles? salary? a gilded chain?             
9 Or throne of corses which his sword had
slain?            10 Greatness and goodness are
not means, but ends!            11 Hath he not
always treasures, always friends,           
12 The good great man? three treasures, LOVE, and
LIGHT,            13    And CALM THOUGHTS,
regular as infant's breath            14 And
three firm friends, more sure than day and
night,            15     HIMSELF, his MAKER, and
the ANGEL DEATH!
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Mutability William Wordsworth
(1770-1850)              1 From low to high
doth dissolution climb,              2 And sink
from high to low, along a scale             
3 Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail 
            4 A musical but melancholy chime,   
          5 Which they can hear who meddle not
with crime,              6 Nor avarice, nor
over-anxious care.              7 Truth fails
not but her outward forms that bear           
  8 The longest date do melt like frosty rime, 
            9 That in the morning whitened hill
and plain            10 And is no more drop
like the tower sublime            11 Of
yesterday, which royally did wear           
12 His crown of weeds, but could not even
sustain            13 Some casual shout that
broke the silent air,            14 Or the
unimaginable touch of Time.
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Prospice Robert Browning (1812-1889)     
        1 Fear death?--to feel the fog in my
throat,              2      The mist in my
face,              3 When the snows begin, and
the blasts denote              4      I am
nearing the place,              5 The power of
the night, the press of the storm,             
6      The post of the foe              7 Where
he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,     
        8      Yet the strong man must go     
        9 For the journey is done and the summit
attained,            10      And the barriers
fall,            11 Though a battle's to fight
ere the guerdon be gained,           
12      The reward of it all.            13 I
was ever a fighter, so--one fight more,         
  14      The best and the last!            15 I
would hate that death bandaged my eyes and
forbore,            16      And bade me creep
past.            17 No! let me taste the whole
of it, fare like my peers            18      The
heroes of old,            19 Bear the brunt, in
a minute pay glad life's arrears           
20      Of pain, darkness and cold.           
21 For sudden the worst turns the best to the
brave,            22      The black minute's at
end,            23 And the elements' rage, the
fiend-voices that rave,            24      Shall
dwindle, shall blend,            25 Shall
change, shall become first a peace out of pain, 
          26      Then a light, then thy
breast,            27 O thou soul of my soul! I
shall clasp thee again,            28      And
with God be the rest!
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Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Wallace Stevens (1879-1955) I             
1 Among twenty snowy mountains,             
2 The only moving thing              3 Was the
eye of the black bird. II              4 I
was of three minds,              5 Like a tree 
            6 In which there are three
blackbirds. III              7 The blackbird
whirled in the autumn winds.              8 It
was a small part of the pantomime. IV       
      9 A man and a woman            10 Are
one.            11 A man and a woman and a
blackbird            12 Are one. V         
  13 I do not know which to prefer,           
14 The beauty of inflections            15 Or
the beauty of innuendoes,            16 The
blackbird whistling            17 Or just after.
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VI            18 Icicles filled the long
window            19 With barbaric glass.     
      20 The shadow of the blackbird           
21 Crossed it, to and fro.            22 The
mood            23 Traced in the shadow       
    24 An indecipherable cause. VII         
  25 O thin men of Haddam,            26 Why do
you imagine golden birds?            27 Do you
not see how the blackbird            28 Walks
around the feet            29 Of the women about
you? VIII            30 I know noble
accents            31 And lucid, inescapable
rhythms            32 But I know, too,       
    33 That the blackbird is involved           
34 In what I know. IX            35 When the
blackbird flew out of sight,            36 It
marked the edge            37 Of one of many
circles.
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X            38 At the sight of blackbirds   
        39 Flying in a green light,           
40 Even the bawds of euphony            41 Would
cry out sharply. XI            42 He rode
over Connecticut            43 In a glass
coach.            44 Once, a fear pierced him, 
          45 In that he mistook           
46 The shadow of his equipage            47 For
blackbirds. XII            48 The river is
moving.            49 The blackbird must be
flying. XIII            50 It was evening all
afternoon.            51 It was snowing       
    52 And it was going to snow.           
53 The blackbird sat            54 In the
cedar-limbs.
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We do not know the time we lose Emily Dickinson
(183086)1 We do not know the time we lose
2 The awful moment is3 And takes its
fundamental place4 Among the certainties 5 A
firm appearance still inflates6 The card -- the
chance -- the friend 7 The spectre of
solidities8 Whose substances are sand --
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First Things to Hand by Robert
Pinsky1 In the skull kept on the desk.2 In the
spider-pod in the dust. 3 Or nowhere. In
milkmaids, in loaves,4 Or nowhere. And if
Socrates leaves5 His house in the
morning,6 When he returns in the evening7 He
will find Socrates waiting8 On the doorstep.
Buddha the stick9 You use to clear the
path,10 And Buddha the dog-doo you
flick11 Away with it, nowhere or in
each12 Several thing you touch13 The dollar
bill, the button14 That works the television.
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15 Even in the joke, the three16 Words American
men say17 After making love. Wheres 18 The
remote? In the tears19 In things, proximate,
intimate.20 In the wired stem with root21 And
leaf nowhere of this lamp22 Brass base, aura of
illumination,23 Enlightenment, shade of
grief.24 Odor of the lamp, brazen.25 The mind
waiting in the mind26 As in the first thing to
hand.
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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou
(1924- )1 A free bird leaps on the back of
the wind 2 and floats downstream till the
current ends 3 and dips his wing in the orange
suns rays and dares to claim the sky. 4 But a
bird that stalks down his narrow cage 5 can
seldom see through his bars of rage 6 his wings
are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his
throat to sing. 7 The caged bird sings with a
fearful trill 8 of things unknown but longed for
still 9 and his tune is heard on the distant
hill 10 for the caged bird sings of freedom.
11 The free bird thinks of another breeze
12 and the trade winds soft through the sighing
trees 13 and the fat worms waiting on a
dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own.
14 But a caged bird stands on the grave of
dreams 15 his shadow shouts on a nightmare
scream 16 his wings are clipped and his feet are
tied so he opens his throat to sing. 17 The
caged bird sings with a fearful trill 18 of
things unknown but longed for still 19 and his
tune is heard on the distant hill 20 for the
caged bird sings of freedom.
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