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“We
don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write
poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race
is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering -
these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry,
beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.”
-Keatings,
The Dead Poets Society-
Immortal Poems:
Rupert Brooke
(1887-1915)
Flight
George
Gordon, Lord Byron
(1788-1824)
There is a Pleasure in the Pathless Woods
Raymond Calvert
(1906 - 1959)
The Ballad of William Bloat
Robert Lee Frost
(1874-1963)
Acquainted with the Night
A Passing Glimpse
Devotion
Dust of Snow
The Road Not Taken
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
William Ernest Henley
(1849-1903)
Invictus
Robert Herrick
(1591-1674)
To Daffodils
The Olive Branch
To
Virgins, to Make Much of Time
Joyce Kilmer
(1886-1918)
Roofs
Henry Wadsworth
Longfellow
(1807-1882)
The Rainy Day
The Reaper and the Flowers
Edgar
Allan Poe
(1809-1849)
A Dream Within A Dream
Alone
The Raven
Sara Teasdale
(1884-1933)
Summer Storm
Walt Whitman
(1819-1892)
Oh Me! Oh Life!
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