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'THE HIGHWAYMAN' BY ALFRED NOYES
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, And the highwayman came riding— Riding—riding— The highwayman came riding Up to the old inn-door. He’d a French cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin, They fit him with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh; And he rode with a jewelled twinkle, His pistol butts a-twinkle, His rapier hilt a-twinkle, Under the jewelled sky.
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‘CROSSING THE BAR’ BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home.
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SONNET 116 BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove.
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‘CAGED BIRD‘ BY MAYA ANGELOU
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky.