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BumbleBear

  • To Drown

    This is the first poem I'm posting, so please correct where you see necessary. To Drown Sometimes life is a sea, deep, dark and black And it grows deeper and ...

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  • Midnight Whisper

    I'm lying in my bed.It's late in the night, Through my blue curtains streams soft starlight. I hear it again.That anonymous sound, It never will cease my soul to astound. ...

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  • Alone

    Alone I walk through the deep, dark forest.Alone I cry.Alone I watch the shadows looming,Alone. You don't hear me sigh.Alone my voice echoes with pain.Alone I yearn.Alone my feet stumble ...

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  • The Eagle

    What a wide-spread beauty, Is the eagle up high. With his wings as gold as sun rays, He glides through the midday sky. His wings ripple the air, As shadows ...

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It is only a novel... or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour, are conveyed to the world in the best-chosen language
— Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey