William Shakespeare's "That time of year thou mayst in me behold"
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William Wordsworth's "Nuns Fret Not"
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Gwendolyn Brooks's "First Fight, Then Fiddle"
First fight. Then fiddle. Ply the slipping string
With feathery sorcery; muzzle the note
With hurting love; the music that they wrote
Bewitch, bewilder. Qualify to sing
Threadwise. Devise no salt, no hempen thing
For the dear instrument to bear. Devote
The bow to silk and honey. Be remote
A while from malice and from murdering.
But first to arms, to armor. Carry hate
In front of you and harmony behind.
Be deaf to music and to beauty blind.
Win war. Rise bloddy, maybe not too late
For having first to civilize a space
Wherein to play your violin with grace.
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