The Power of the Dog

By Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie-Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumor, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find--it's your own affair-But, you've given your heart for a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled; When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone--wherever it goes--for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart for the dog to tear.

We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent. Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept me, the more do we grieve: For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long-So why in Heaven before we are there, Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

Broken Dreams
By William Butler Yeats

THERE is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing; But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing Because it was your prayer Recovered him upon the bed of death. For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known, And given to others all heart's ache, From meager girlhood's putting on Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom, So great her portion in that peace you make By merely walking in a room. Your beauty can but leave among us Vague memories, nothing but memories. A young man when the old men are done talking Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady The poet stubborn with his passion sang us When age might well have chilled his blood.' Vague memories, nothing but memories, But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed. The certainty that I shall see that lady Leaning or standing or walking In the first loveliness of womanhood, And with the fervor of my youthful eyes, Has set me muttering like a fool.

You are more beautiful than any one, And yet your body had a flaw:

Your small hands were not beautiful, And I am afraid that you will run

And paddle to the wrist In that mysterious, always brimming lake Where those What have obeyed the holy law paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged The hands that I have kissed, For old sake's sake. The last stroke of midnight dies. All day in the one chair From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged In rambling talk with an image of air: Vague memories, nothing but memories.

Batter My Heart
By John Donne

Batter my heart, three-persons God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, overthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captives, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly will love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy; Divorce me, untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

Evening Star
By Edgar Allan Poe

It was noontide of summer, And mid time of night, And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, through the light Of the brighter, cold moon. 'Mid planets her slaves, Herself in the Heavens, Her beam on the waves.

I gazed awhile On her cold smile; Too cold--too cold for me-There passed, as a shroud, A fleecy cloud, And I turned away to thee, Proud Evening Star, In thy glory afar And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou dearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire,

Than that colder, lowly light.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

By Robert Frost

Nature's first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Cinquain:

Jurassic Times

Dinosaurs Lived once, Long ago, but Only dust and dreams Remain

Haiku:

The Rainbow

After summer's rain God's promise is remembered Glorious rainbow

Tanka:

My pet

I love my kitten.

She is so little and cute. She has a pink tongue, And lots of long whiskers too. She purrs when I stroke her back.

Shakespearean Sonnet:

Summer Getaway

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: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed, And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed: But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owns, Nor shall death brag thou wanders in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grows, So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Spenserian Sonnet:

Ill wait the Ocean Waves to Wash my Soul My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss, My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry. The softness of your voice soothes my abyss. My soul torn apart wondering to know why. Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait my tears and cry The terrors of love just give them a black yard And my loneliness makes me sad soul to dye When to sink my reality it's very hard. I wait my hope which will never come to guard This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee. I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard That part which is still alive inside of me. Much more confused on how to think or feel, I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.

The grade that I want in my last exam is the grade I deserved from my output !! Thank You Maam Reann Vee M. Condes !

North Davao Colleges Panabo City

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Submitted by:
Gwendolyn L. Garcia BSEd-ll Student

Submitted to:
Ms. Reann Vee M. Condes Literatur Teacher