Not listening

Read this poem by Cecilia Brabin and try the Gapfillers exercise to learn new English words and test comprehension. Learn English online with Gapfillers.

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From Spring days to Winter

From Spring days to Winter (for music)       In the glad springtime when leaves were green,O merrily the throstle sings!I sought, amid the tangled sheen,Love whom mine eyes had never seen,O the glad dove has golden wings!   Between the blossoms red and white,O merrily the throstle sings!My love first came into my…

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A certain evening

That night the whole world mingled,The souls were babes at play,An angel danced with devil.And God cried, ‘Holiday!’ The sea had climbed the mountain peaks,And shouted to the starsTo come to play: and down they cameSplashing in happy wars. The pine grew apples for a whim,The cart-horse built a nest;The oxen flew, the flowers sang,The…

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Love Unrequited

Love Unrequited I still love you o’ beloved Tho’ time has raced on by and much has changed for each of us. I still love you.   I still love you o’ beloved Tho’ our converged paths have separated over time and tide. I still love you.   You were my most beloved and still…

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Answer to a child’s question

Answer to a child’s question – a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge     Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,The Linnet and Thrush say, "I love and I love!"In the winter they’re silent–the wind is so strong;What it says, I don’t know, but it sings a loud song.But green leaves,…

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When you are old

by W B Yeats 1865-1939     When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your…

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The Seasons of her Year

The Seasons of her Year       Winter is white on turf and tree,And birds are fled;But summer songsters pipe to me,And petals spread,For what I dreamt of secretlyHis lips have said!     O ’tis a fine May morn, they say,And blooms have blown;But wild and wintry is my day,My birds make moan;For…

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Count that day lost

    If you sit down at set of sunAnd count the acts that you have done,And, counting, findOne self-denying deed, one wordThat eased the heart of him who heard, One glance most kindThat fell like sunshine where it went —Then you may count that day well spent.              …

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Sonnet no. 18

Sonnet no. 18 by William Shakespeare   Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm’d,…

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Photograph

  PHOTOGRAPH Seeing you in the picture by candlelightYou seem real.Just like that day, recorded forever on memory and film A smile as real as ever, brought to life in the softness of a candle flame. I smile. Remembering. Still loving…….. Douse the flame, it is too much.     Key Home

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