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"Brazen lungs of the clock"
That holy dream—that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
He has a voice of an angel
Ogres are like onions because they both have layers.
The snow is a white blanket.
He is a night owl
I'm a rocketship on my way to Mars
The water is as blue as the sky
The wind was howling
The broom danced across the floor.
Bob's singing sounded like an owl's screech.
The city's lights ran across the water
He bravely broached his boiling bloody breast.
The Wedding Guest here beat his breast
I went to town to buy a gown.
I lost my dog in the midst of fog
The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew
"Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night
"In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below."
"Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
The hummingbirds hovered in heavenly harmony.
The crowd cheered when the champion hit the challenger with a chair.
"His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."
"From forth the fatal loins of these two foes;
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life."