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Mirror, Mirror
nature gives
to me a piece of
merrier self
and from there
it claims a piece
of merrier self
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The mae the merrier, the fewer the better cheer.
Sexual morays,
the more's the merrier
textual forays
haiku by Jonathan Robin
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
quote by J.R.R. Tolkien
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Being sceptic
A believer is happier than a sceptic.
An optimist is happier than a cynic.
This state of being is very much like
The drunken one is merrier than a sober.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sun is gay or stark
878
The Sun is gay or stark
According to our Deed.
If Merry, He is merrier—
If eager for the Dead
Or an expended Day
He helped to make too bright
His mighty pleasure suits Us not
It magnifies our Freight
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Skeleton
Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly.
No; I may not tell the best;
Surely, friends, I might have guessed
Death was but the good King's jest,
It was hid so carefully.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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The Skeleton
Chattering finch and water-fly
Are not merrier than I;
Here among the flowers I lie
Laughing everlastingly.
No: I may not tell the best;
Surely, friends, I might have guessed
Death was but the good King's jest,
It was hid so carefully.
poem by G.K. Chesterton from The Wild Knight and Other Poems (1900)
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The Rapture of the Year
While skies glint bright with bluest light
Through clouds that race o'er fields and town,
And leaves go dancing left and right,
And orchard apples tumble down;
While school-girls sweet, in lane or street,
Lean 'gainst the wind and feel and hear
Its glad heart like a lover's beat,--
So reigns the rapture of the year.
The ho! and hey! and whop-hooray!
Though winter clouds be looming,
Remember a November day
Is merrier than mildest May
With all her blossoms blooming.
While birds in scattered flight are blown
Aloft and lost in dusky mist,
And truant boys scud home alone
'Neath skies of gold and amethyst;
While twilight falls, and Echo calls
Across the haunted atmosphere,
With low, sweet laughs at intervals,--
So reigns the rapture of the year.
The ho! and hey! and whop-hooray!
Though winter clouds be looming,
Remember a November day
Is merrier than mildest May
With all her blossoms blooming.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Jonathan Jo
Jonathan Jo
Has a mouth like an 'O'
And a wheelbarrow full of surprises;
If you ask for a bat,
Or for something like that,
He has got it, whatever the size is.
If you're wanting a ball,
It's no trouble at all;
Why, the more that you ask for, the merrier -
Like a hoop and a top,
And a watch that won't stop,
And some sweets, and an Aberdeen terrier.
Jonathan Jo
Has a mouth like an 'O,'
But this is what makes him so funny:
If you give him a smile,
Only once in a while,
Then he never expects any money!
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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You shall go with me, newly-married bride,And gaze upon a merrier multitude.White-armed Nuala, Aengus of the Birds,Feachra of the hurtling form, and himWho is the ruler of the Western Host,Finvara, and their Land of Heart's Desire.Where beauty has no ebb, decay no flood,But joy is wisdom, time an endless song.
quote by William Butler Yeats
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As in a Dream
To the melody of "Ru Meng Lin"
Last night in the light rain as rough winds blew,
My drunken sleep left me no merrier.
I question one that raised the curtain, who
Replies: "The wild quince trees -- are as they were."
But no, but no!
Their rose is waning, and their green leaves grow.
poem by Li Ching Chao
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After Hearing Robin Hood
The songs of Sherwood Forest
Are lilac-sweet and clear;
The virile rhymes of merrier times
Sound fair upon mine ear.
Sweet is their sylvan cadence
And sweet their simple art.
The balladry of the greenwood tree
Stirs memories in my heart.
O braver days and elder
With mickle valor dight,
How ye bring back the time, alack!
When Harry Smith could write!
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Laughter Club.
They stood in a big circle,
Started laughing, laughing
For nothing making gestures
At each other in mid mumbai parks,
Slowily turning into real
Laughter uncontrolled
Unfazed by the onlookers,
They went on like this
For quarter an hour,
Making their life merrier
Each day, they called themselves
Laughter clubs, relaxing
Their tired old minds
Early in the morning,
To start a fresh day's work,
Followed by this unbridled happiness.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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The Freebooter
No door has my house,
No house has my door;
And in and out ever
I carry my store.
No grate has my kitchen,
No kitchen my grate;
Yet roasts it and boils it
Both early and late.
My bed has no trestles,
My trestles no bed;
Yet merrier moments
No mortal e'er led.
My cellar is lofty,
My barn is full deep,
From top to the bottom,--
There lie I and sleep.
And soon as I waken,
All moves on its race;
My place has no fixture,
My fixture no place.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Who Goes Amid the Green Wood
Who goes amid the green wood
With springtide all adorning her?
Who goes amid the merry green wood
To make it merrier?
Who passes in the sunlight
By ways that know the light footfall?
Who passes in the sweet sunlight
With mien so virginal?
The ways of all the woodland
Gleam with a soft and golden fire -- -
For whom does all the sunny woodland
Carry so brave attire?
O, it is for my true love
The woods their rich apparel wear -- -
O, it is for my own true love,
That is so young and fair.
poem by James Joyce
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Lines Addressed To Lieut. R.W.H. Hardy, R.N.
ON THE PERUSAL OF HIS VOLUME OF TRAVELS IN THE INTERIOR OF MEXICO.
'Tis pleasant, lolling in our elbow-chair,
Secure at home, to read descriptions rare
Of venturous traveller in savage climes;
His hair-breadth 'scapes, toil, hunger-and sometimes
The merrier passages that, like a foil
To set off perils past, sweetened that toil,
And took the edge from danger; and I look
With such fear-mingled pleasure through thy book,
Adventurous Hardy! Thou a diver art,
But of no common form; and, for thy part
Of the adventure, hast brought home to the nation
Pearls of discovery-jewels of observation.
Enfield, January, 1830.
poem by Charles Lamb
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The Reign of Tara
Of all the souls that I have known
while walking around in flesh and bone,
hers was the sweetest and the best,
especially when seen undressed.
she had been scalded while she was young
and even now she bears the scar.
An accident, her mother said.
I wondered then, I wonder now.
I'm damaged goods, she first confessed
When first I sought to kiss those breasts.
Hesitantly, her shirt undone.
I sought her nipples with my tongue.
Thereafter, lovers of a sort
inseparable, with love our sport.
Her little dog thought I was great
Her mother, though, viewed me with hate.
Then came the day my father died
With heavy heart I called my girl
The mother answered, venom hissing.
We're done, I thought. Just what she's wishing.
For what its worth, from this perspective,
misguided was her Mom's invective
Had Tara listened to her terrier
we both might have grown old the merrier.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Sonnet
The Lord of Life shakes off his drowsihed,
And 'gins to sprinkle on the earth below
Those rays that from his shaken locks do flow;
Meantime, by truant love of rambling led,
I turn my back on thy detested walls,
Proud city! and thy sons I leave behind,
A sordid, selfish, money-getting kind;
Brute things, who shut their ears when Freedom calls.
I pass not thee so lightly, well-known spire,
That mindest me of many a pleasure gone,
Of merrier days, of love and Islington;
Kindling afresh the flames of past desire.
And I shall muse on thee slow journeying on
To the green plains of pleasant Hertfordshire.
1795.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Come with me, darling..
come with me darling,
we shall go for shopping,
we can look for many things,
that are warm and melting.
Have you heard my heart beating,
to the vibration your sighting,
what portion that you having,
that makes me obeying.
we have found a commodity,
that has many identities,
It is a confidence booster,
comfort that we needed.
When I cry, this makes you to wipe my tears,
When I look sick, this makes you to look at me deeper,
when I am down, this makes you to lift me up higher,
When I am in trouble this makes you to pull me to you closer.
Caring is the elixir, that makes our life happier,
Caring is the doctrine, that guide us to be merrier,
Caring is the wonderful feeling, selfless with out barriers,
Caring is the only bond that keeps us all together.
Come with me darling,
we shall go for shopping,
we can look for one thing,
that is warm and melting! !
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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