Rudyard Kipling's poem, "If" is a perennial. You're probably familiar with it -- the end goes like this:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
If you truncate this web site back to the root (http://www.favoritepoem.org) you'll probably find lots of others you'll like.
2007-02-26 06:29:45
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answered by jacketprof 2
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By Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Toombs
The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,
And Yesterday, or Centuries before?
The Feet, mechanical, go round
Of Ground, or Air, or Ought
A Wooden way
Regardless grown,
A Quartz contentment, like a stone
This is the Hour of Lead
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons recollect the Snow
First-Chill-then Stupor-then the letting go
2007-02-26 13:52:57
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answered by Jessica La La Leigh 3
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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
2007-02-26 14:52:51
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answered by yeahokinalittlewhile 2
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the prayer of Saint Francis is also very good, it reminds us to be of help to others, you should find it on the web .Did you know there was also a record made of the desiderta aswell, its very good, its by Les Crane hope you can find it on web aswell.
2007-02-26 14:03:09
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answered by rosydog2001 3
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roses are red
ashes are black
go to hell and
never come back
very inspirational
LoL
2007-02-26 13:47:29
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answered by ♥Gin♥and*Jen* 3
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