What poem has the following line:  "In Wyoming, when it blows, it blows, and blows, and blows.?
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Although some people might tell you the obvous answer; that being 'It blows in Wyoming'  the actual answer is from the second poem in this series entitled 'It really blows in Wyoming'.
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Beowulf (c. 700-1000 A.D.) is a heroic epic poem. At 3,182 lines, it is notable for its length in comparison to other Old English poems. It represents about 10% of the extant corpus of Old English poetry. The poem is untitled in the manuscript, but has been known as Beowulf since the early 19th century. In the poem, Beowulf, a hero of a Germanic tribe from southern Sweden called the Geats, travels to Denmark to help defeat a monster named Grendel. He later returns to Geatland, where he becomes king, and when he is old he kills a dragon and dies. Although dealing primarily with Scandinavian matters, the work has risen to such prominence that it is sometimes called "England's national epic".
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May be at wikipedia.com and type in ..........poem
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William Shakespeare (Known as The Bard of Avon)\n\nSonnet 29\n\nWhen, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,\nI all alone beweep my outcast state\nAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries\nAnd look upon myself and curse my fate,\nWishing me like to one more rich in hope,\nFeatured like him, like him with friends possess'd,\nDesiring this man's art and that man's scope,\nWith what I most enjoy contented least;\nYet in these thoughts myself almost despising,\nHaply I think on thee, and then my state,\nLike to the lark at break of day arising\nFrom sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;\nFor thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings\nThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.
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Adlestrop\n   \n \n  Yes, I remember Adlestrop -- \nThe name, because one afternoon \nOf heat the express-train drew up there \nUnwontedly. It was late June. \n\nThe steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. \nNo one left and no one came \nOn the bare platform. What I saw \nWas Adlestrop -- only the name \n\nAnd willows, willow-herb, and grass, \nAnd meadowsweet, and haycocks dry, \nNo whit less still and lonely fair \nThan the high cloudlets in the sky. \n\nAnd for that minute a blackbird sang \nClose by, and round him, mistier, \nFarther and farther, all the birds \nOf Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire. \n\nEdward Thomas
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Found it! Hope this helps!\nhttp://www.pickens.k12.sc.us/hesteachers/laboonac/Web%20Pages/poems%20for%20parents.htm
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Well... this is more of a lust poem, but he may like it. A woman once gave it to me, and I was flying for days!\n\nO Blush Not So! \nby John Keats \n\nO blush not so! O blush not so! \nOr I shall think you knowing; \nAnd if you smile the blushing while, \nThen maidenheads are going. \n\nThere's a blush for want, and a blush for shan't, \nAnd a blush for having done it; \nThere's a blush for thought, and a blush for nought, \nAnd a blush for just begun it. \n\nO sigh not so! O sigh not so! \nFor it sounds of Eve's sweet pippin; \nBy these loosen'd lips you have tasted the pips \nAnd fought in an amorous nipping. \n\nWill you play once more at nice-cut-core, \nFor it only will last our youth out, \nAnd we have the prime of the kissing time, \nWe have not one sweet tooth out. \n\nThere's a sigh for aye, and a sigh for nay, \nAnd a sigh for "I can't bear it!" \nO what can be done, shall we stay or run? \nO cut the sweet apple and share it!
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Poet                   "Poem"\nWilliam Blake          "A Divine Image"\nEdmund Spenser         "My Love Is Like To Ice"\nJohn Donne             "Death Be Not Proud"\nLady Mary Chudleigh    "To The Ladies"\nWilliam Wordsworth     "I Wanddered Lonely As A Cloud"\nJohn Mccrae            "In Flanders Field"\nF.R. Scott             "Calamity"\nX.J. Kennedy           "Nude Descending A Staircase"
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sorry, i searched poetry sites,quotation sites, by author,firstlines,subject. best i can think of is contact nearest university library or professor of lit. wish you luck, it sounds like a really heartfelt poem. sure wish i knew it.
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For me that is such a difficult question to answer.  I have so many favorites.  \n\nThe whole poem Desiderata is beautiful and profound.  Every line is special so I will quote only the last ones:\n\n"Therefore be at peace with God, \nwhatever you conceive Him to be,\nand whatever your labors and aspirations,\nin the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.\nWith all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,\nit is still a beautiful world.\nBe cheerful.\nStrive to be happy. "\n\nThen from High Flight by John Gillespie Magee we have:\n\n"Up, up the long delirious, burning blue \nI've topped the windswept heights with easy grace \nWhere never lark, or even eagle flew. \nAnd, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod \nThe high untresspassed sanctity of space, \nPut out my hand, and touched the face of God."\n\nFinally, I would refer you to a poem called Little Bateese by william Henry Drummond.  It is deceptively simple, but again profound.  It speaks of the relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, one of the things that really matter in life for sure.  There is nothing as special as the love of a grandparent and grandchild for each other.  The last lines of the poem are:\n\n"But leetle Bateese! please don't forget\nWe rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet, \nSo chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare\nAn' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere\nFor w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere--\nLeetle Bateese!"\n\nTranslation:  \nBut little Bateese!  Please don't forget\nWe'd rather you stayed a small boy yet\nSo chase the chickens and make them scared\nAnd do what you like with your old grandpere\nFor when you're a big fellow he won't be there -\nLittle Bateese!\n\nI get carried away with poetry!
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And I heard as it were the noise of thunder\nOne of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw\nAnd behold a white horse\n\nThere's a man going around taking names and he decides\nWho to free and who to blame every body won't be treated\nQuite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down\nWhen the man comes around\n\nThe hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each\nSip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cup\nOr disappear into the potter's ground\nWhen the man comes around\n\nHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing\nMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrum\nVoices calling and voices crying\nSome are born and some are dying\nIts alpha and omegas kingdom come\nAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nThe virgins are all trimming their wicks\nThe whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks\nTill Armageddon no shalam no shalom\n\nThen the father hen will call his chicken's home\nThe wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet\nThey will cast the golden crowns\nWhen the man comes around\n\nWhoever is unjust let him be unjust still\nWhoever is righteous let him be righteous still\nWhoever is filthy let him be filthy still\nListen to the words long written down\nWhen the man comes around\n\nHear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing\nMultitudes are marching to a big kettledrum\nVoices calling and voices crying\nSome are born and some are dying\nIts alpha and omegas kingdom come\nAnd the whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nThe virgins are all trimming their wicks\nThe whirlwind is in the thorn trees\nIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks\nIn measured hundred weight and penny pound\nWhen the man comes around\n\nAnd I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts\nAnd I looked and behold, a pale horse\nAnd it's name it said on him was Death\nAnd Hell followed with him.
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Despite about 25 minutes of searching I haven't been able to find this poem.  Could you call or e-mail someone you know who has to do the same assignment and possibly get the poem that way?  \n\nThese sites may be of some help to you.  My only other advice would be to get to a bookstore in your area if there is one and you might find it there.  Best of luck with it.
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the mood is one of satisfaction. the writer is saying that when you have a fence dividing you, it does not "divide" but it prevents.the tone, i guess would be the same. Why exactly are you reading this poem? i had to for a school project.
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"The Arrow And The Song" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow\n\nI shot an arrow into the air,\nIt fell to earth, I knew not where;\nFor, so swiftly it flew, the sight\nCould not follow it in its flight.\n\nI breathed a song into the air,\nIt fell to earth, I knew not where;\nFor who has sight so keen and strong,\nThat it can follow the flight of song?\n\nLong, long afterward, in an oak\nI found the arrow, still unbroke;\nAnd the song, from beginning to end,\nI found again in the heart of a friend.
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I don't know for sure if the one you are looking for is here, but there is one that sounds like it.   I can't believe how many versions I found of this poem!!!
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I translated a Japanese poem for a friend once.\n'Mountain Fuji is so high\nor possibly we are so low\nIt is impossible to know\nWhat the Gods are thinking\nAre they telling the mountain something\nor do they speak to us?\n'
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PATANIO, THE PRIDE OF THE PLAIN \nHawkshaw Hawkins \n\nYou look at the picture with a wondering Eye \nAnd at the Arrow that hangs by its Side \nYou say "Tell a Story, you know there is one." \nWith the name of Patanio, the story's begun.\n\nI'll tell you a Story that will thrill you, I know\nOf a Horse I once owned in New Mexico \nHe was Swift as an Antelope and Black as a Crow \nAnd the Star in his Forehead was White as the Snow. \n\nHis Hair, like a Lady's, was Glossy and Fine \nHe was Reckless and Proud, yet Gentle and Kind \nHis arched Neck was hidden by a Thick flowing Mane \nThey called him Patanio, The Pride Of The Plain. \n\nThe Country was New and the Settlers were Scarce \nThe Indians on the Warpath was Savage and Fierce \nSo Scouts were sent out each day from the Post \nBut they never came back, so we knew they were lost.\n\nThen one day the Captain said, "Someone must go;\nFor help to the Border of New Mexico." \nA dozen brave Fellows straight-way answered, "Here!" \nBut the Captain, he spied me a-standin' right near. \n\nPatanio beside me, his Nose in my Hand \nSaid the Captain, "Your Horse is the best in the land; \nYou're good for the Ride, you're the lightest Man here; \nOn the Back of that Mustang, there's nothing to fear." \n\nI'm proud of my Horse, Sir; I answered, "You know; \nPatanio and I are both willing to go; \nFor Speed and Endurance, I'll trust the Black; \nPatanio shall carry my Life on his Back."\n\nThey all shook my Hand and I mounted my Horse \nRode down the dark Pathway and turned his Head North \nThe Black struck a Trot and he kept it all night\n'Til the Sun in the East was beginning to Light.\n\nHe answered the touch with a toss of his Head \nHis black Body lengthened and forward he sped \nWe were beating the Redskins, the story was plain \nAnd the arrows fell 'round us like showers of rain. \n\nWe were leaving the Redskins, the story was plain \nWhen suddenly in my Leg I felt a sharp pain \nRed Blood gushed from Patanio's Side \nBut he never once shortened his powerful Stride. \n\nPatanio, poor fellow, I knew he was Hurt \nBut still he dashed forward and into the Fort\nOn many a fine Horse, I've since drawn the Rein \nBut none like Patanio, The Pride Of The Plain.