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The Means to Attain a Happy Life selected by Ms. Sam Divito

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The Means to Attain a Happy Life selected by Ms. Sam Divito

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The happy life be these, I find; The richesse left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The equal friend; no grudge, nor strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; Wisdom joined with simplicity; The night discharged of all care.

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You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

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yccsc.org -&nbspyccsc Resources and Information.

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yccsc.org is your first and best source for all of the information you're looking for. From general topics to more of what you would expect to find here, yccsc.org has it all. We hope you find what you are searching for!

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The Last Wolf Selected by Marisa Mills '17

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The Last Wolf Selected by Marisa Mills '17

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The Last Wolf, by Mary TallMountain - Poem 167 | Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003 (Poetry and Literature, Library of Congress)

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The Last Wolf, by Mary TallMountain - Poem 167 of Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003 (Poetry and Literature, Library of Congress).

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Tell Me Poem by Shel Silverstein - Poem Hunter

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Tell Me by Shel Silverstein. .Tell me Im clever Tell me Im kind Tell me Im talented Tell me Im cute Tell me Im sensitive Graceful and wise Tell me Im perfect But tell me the truth.. Page

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Oh, the Places You'll Go selected by Ms. Jocelyn O'Sullivan

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Oh, the Places You'll Go selected by Ms. Jocelyn O'Sullivan

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British Monarchy in a Poem selected by Mr. McLaughlin

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British Monarchy in a Poem selected by Mr. McLaughlin

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Willy, Willy, Harry, Ste,
Harry, Rick, John, Harry three,
One, two, three Neds, Richard two,
Henries four, five, six – then who?
Edwards four, five, Rick the bad,
Then two Harries, Ned the lad,
Bloody Mary, she came next

Then we have our Good Queen Bess
From Scotland we got James the vain,
Charlie, Charlie, James again,
William & Mary, Anna Gloria,
Four Georges, William, and Victoria,
Edward, George, the same again,Then Elizabeth and the end
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After Liz, who will it be?
The next in line is Charlie Three
But if he is not then alive
The next in line is Willie Five.

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Good Relationship selected by Megan Mahan '17

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Good Relationship selected by Megan Mahan '17

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Haiku a Day Website selected by Ms. Jill Bonina

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Haiku a Day Website selected by Ms. Jill Bonina

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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day

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The Road Not Taken selected by Mrs. Deborah Gray

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The Road Not Taken selected by Mrs. Deborah Gray

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Sick By Shel Silverstein, Famous Children Poem

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When children don't want to do something, they come up with every excuse they can think of to get out of it. There are many kinds of sicknesses children try to convince their parents they have been afflicted with in order to get out of going to school.

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Scars to Your Beautiful selected by Ms. Spadafora

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Scars to Your Beautiful selected by Ms. Spadafora

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Alessia Cara - Scars To Your Beautiful (Official Video)

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"The Day The Saucers Came" by Neil Gaiman

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That Day, the saucers landed. Hundreds of them, golden, Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes, And the people of Earth stood and stared as they descended, Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find out what waited inside for us And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow But you didn't notice because...

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Online Chinese Literature: Tongue-Twister Essay

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The beauty of this essay is that although the romanized version is utterly ridiculous, its Chinese character version is perfectly clear and its content totally interesting. However, it is up to you to find out whether a native Chinese speaker hearing the essay for the first time could correctly parse it when read by another native Chinese speaker.

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The Man in the Glass selected by Coach Maradei

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The Man in the Glass selected by Coach Maradei

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inspiration inspirational books quotes thoughts archives treasure poetry poem postcards bookstore reading inspire motivational self-help justcause  gibran covey bach gawain gandhi

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One of the internet's most beautiful collections of inspirational quotes, poetry and short stories. Updated with an inspirational message every week.

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Paul Revere's Ride selected by Dr. Hickey

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Paul Revere's Ride selected by Dr. Hickey

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Between the dark and the daylight,
   When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
   That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
   The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
   And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
   Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
   And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
   Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
   To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
   A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
   They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
   O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
   They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
   Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
   In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
   Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
   Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
   And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
   In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
   Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
   And moulder in dust away!

Out of the bosom of the Air,
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
    Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
      Silent, and soft, and slow
      Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
    Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
      The troubled sky reveals
      The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
    Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
    Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
      Now whispered and revealed
      To wood and field.

The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens toward the town,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.

Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveller to the shore,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.

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A Sharing of Silences pg 1 selected by Ms. Jill Bonina

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A Sharing of Silences pg 1 selected by Ms. Jill Bonina

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A Sharing of Silences pg 2 selected by Ms. Jill Bonina