Read the excerpt from "Parsley” by Rita Dove.There is a parrot imitating spring in the palace, its feathers parsley green. Out of the swamp the cane appearsto haunt us, and we cut it down. El General searches for a word; he is all the world there is. Like a parrot imitating spring
Read "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802” by William Wordsworth.Earth has not any thing to show more fair:Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:This City now doth, like a garment, wearThe beauty of the morning; silent, bare,Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lieOpen unto the fields, and to the sky;All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.Never did sun more beautifully steepIn his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;Ne’er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!The river glideth at his own sweet will:Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Read the excerpt from "Composed upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802” by William Wordsworth.The river glideth at his own sweet will:Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;And all that mighty heart is lying still!
Read the excerpt from "Parsley” by Rita Dove.dusted with sugar on a bed of lace. The knot in his throat starts to twitch; he sees his boots the first day in battle splashed with mud and urineas a soldier falls at his feet amazed—how stupid he looked!— at the soundof artillery. I never thought it would sing the soldier said, and died. Nowthe general sees the fields of sugar cane, lashed by rain and streaming. He sees his mother’s smile, the teeth gnawed to arrowheads. He hears the Haitians sing without R’sas they swing the great machetes: Katalina, they sing, Katalina
Read the excerpt from "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth.For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
Read the excerpt from "The Bells” by Edgar Allan Poe.Hear the tolling of the bells—Iron bells!What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!In the silence of the night,How we shiver with affrightAt the melancholy meaning of their tone!For every sound that floatsFrom the rust within their throatsIs a groan.
Read the excerpt from "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth.I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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