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Human: Can you write me a poem about faults and love?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about faults and love:
They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before,
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about hymn, time and earth?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about hymn, time and earth:
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me?
What wontless fury dost thou now inspire
Into my feeble breast, too full of thee?
Whilst seeking to aslake thy raging fire,
Thou in me kindlest much more great desire,
And up aloft above my strength dost raise
The wondrous matt... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about time, life and spring?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about time, life and spring:
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That oer the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
Between the acres of the rye,
With ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about snap - out in the style of EDGAR LEE MASTERS?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about snap - out in the style of EDGAR LEE MASTERS:
I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
And played snap-out at Winchester.
One time we changed partners,
Driving home in the moonlight of middle June,
And then I found Davis.
We were married and lived together for seventy years,
Enjoying, working... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about nature, passion and gil in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about nature, passion and gil in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
A womans face with natures own hand painted
Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion;
A womans gentle heart, but not acquainted
With shifting change as is false womens fashion;
An eye more bright than theirs, less false in rol... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of JOHN DONNE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of JOHN DONNE:
Come, Madam, come, all rest my powers defy,
Until I labour, I in labour lie.
The foe oft-times having the foe in sight,
Is tird with standing though he never fight.
Off with that girdle, like heavens Zone glistering,
But a far fairer world encompassing.
Unpin that span... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and till action, lust
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted; and, no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad;
Mad in pursuit and in po... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about orion and pleiades in the style of MARJORIE PICKTHALL?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about orion and pleiades in the style of MARJORIE PICKTHALL:
Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
And now the stately-moving Pleiades,
In that soft infinite darkness overhead
Hang jewel-wise upon a silver ... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SARA TEASDALE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SARA TEASDALE:
Originally published in Poetry, March 1914. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of IVOR GURNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of IVOR GURNEY:
He's gone, and all our plans
Are useless indeed.
We'll walk no more on Cotswold
Where the sheep feed
Quietly and take no heed.
His body that was so quick
Is not as you
Knew it, on Severn river
Under the blue
Driving our small boat through.
You wo... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about eros in the style of GEORGE SANTAYANA?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about eros in the style of GEORGE SANTAYANA:
There may be chaos still around the world,
This little world that in my thinking lies;
For mine own bosom is the paradise
Where all my lifes fair visions are unfurled.
Within my natures shell I slumber curled,
Unmindful of the changing outer skies,
Whe... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Penelope for her Ulisses sake,
Devizd a Web her wooers to deceave:
In which the worke that she all day did make
The same at night she did again unreave:
Such subtile craft my Damzell doth conceave,
Th importune suit of my desire to shnone:
For all that I in many dayes doo wea... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Such labour like the Spyders web I fynd,
Whose fruitless worke is broken with least wynd. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
O Mistress mine where are you roaming?
O stay and hear, your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.
Trip no further pretty sweeting.
Journeys end in lovers' meeting,
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love, 'tis not hereafter,
P... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of EDMUND SPENSER?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of EDMUND SPENSER:
Happy ye leaves when as those lilly hands,
Which hold my life in their dead doing might
Shall handle you and hold in loves soft bands,
Lyke captives trembling at the victors sight.
And happy lines, on which with starry light,
Those lamping eyes will deigne sometime... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
When I was fair and young, then favor graced me.
Of many was I sought their mistress for to be.
But I did scorn them all and answered them therefore:
Go, go, go, seek some other where; importune me no more.
How many weeping eyes I made to pine in woe,
How many sighing hearts... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
I will so pluck your plumes as you shall say no more:
Go, go, go, seek some other where, importune me no more.
As soon as he had said, such change grew in my breast
That neither night nor day I could take any rest.
Wherefore I did repent that I had said before:
Go, go, g... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Sweet shades why doe you seeke to give delight
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
To mee who deeme delight in this vilde place
Butt torment, sorrow, and mine owne disgrace
To taste of joy, or your vaine pleasing sight;
Show them your pleasures who saw never night
Of greife, wher joyings fauning, smiling face
Appeers as day, wher gr... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about when you are not surprised, conrad aiken and brandt & hoc?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about when you are not surprised, conrad aiken and brandt & hoc:
Conrad Aiken, When You Are Not Surprised from Collected Poems. Copyright 1953 by Conrad Aiken. Reprinted with the permission of Brandt & Hochman Literary Agents, Inc. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about reason and death?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about reason and death:
My love is as a fever, longing still
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th uncertain sickly appetite to please.
My reason, the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperat... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about tree, snow and weir in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about tree, snow and weir in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS:
Down by the salley gardens
my love and I did meet;
She passed the salley gardens
with little snow-white feet.
She bid me take love easy,
as the leaves grow on the tree;
But I, being young and foolish,
with her would not a... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SIR THOMAS WYATT?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SIR THOMAS WYATT:
My lute awake! perform the last
Labour that thou and I shall waste,
And end that I have now begun;
For when this song is sung and past,
My lute be still, for I have done.
As to be heard where ear is none,
As lead to grave in marble stone,
My song may pierce her ... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!
How silently, and with how wan a face!
What, may it be that even in heav'nly place
That busy archer his sharp arrows tries!
Sure, if that long-with love-acquainted eyes
Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover'... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about gall and turtles?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about gall and turtles:
The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall,
The fly her spleen, the little sparks their heat;
The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small,
And bees have stings, although they be not great;
Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs;
And love is love, in beg... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about verse, cupids and venus ceston?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about verse, cupids and venus ceston:
I that have been a lover, and could show it,
Though not in these, in rithmes not wholly dumb,
Since I exscribe your sonnets, am become
A better lover, and much better poet.
Nor is my Muse or I ashamed to owe it
To those true numerous graces, whereof some
But ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about chariot in the style of EN JONSON?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about chariot in the style of EN JONSON:
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
But enjoy such a sight,
That they still... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about cypress?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about cypress:
Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air,
Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair,
Then thrice three times tie up this true love's knot,
And murmur soft "She will, or she will not."
Go burn these pois'nous weeds in yon blue fire,
These screech-owl's feathers and this pricklin... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about cote, ##rie and 1919?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about cote, ##rie and 1919:
from Coterie, 1919 |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
In a cowslips bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bats back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about gertrude stein and baby precious always shines?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about gertrude stein and baby precious always shines:
Gertrude Stein, [The house was twinkling in the moon light] from Baby Precious Always Shines: Selected Love Notes Between Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas (St. Martins Press, 1999). Reprinted with the permission of the Estate of Gertrude Ste... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about circes in the style of THOMAS BASTARD?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about circes in the style of THOMAS BASTARD:
Our vice runs beyond all that old men saw,
And far authentically above our laws,
And scorning virtues safe and golden mean,
Sits uncontrolled upon the high extreme.
Circes, thy monsters painted out the hue,
Of feigned filthiness, but ours is true.
Our ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about earth and aristotle in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about earth and aristotle in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
No more, my dear, no more these counsels try;
Oh, give my passions leave to run their race;
Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace;
Let folk o'ercharg'd with brain against me cry;
Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye;
Let me no... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of CARL SANDBURG?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of CARL SANDBURG:
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of EDMUND SPENSER?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of EDMUND SPENSER:
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
"Vain man," said she, "that dost in vain assay,
A mortal thing so to immortalize;
For I myself shall... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Forget this rotten world, and unto thee
Let thine own times as an old story be.
Be not concern'd; study not why, nor when;
Do not so much as not believe a man.
For though to err, be worst, to try truths forth
Is far more business than this world is worth.
I'he world is but a ... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Think Satan's sergeants round about thee be,
And think that but for legacies they thrust;
Give one thy pride, to'another give thy lust;
Give them those sins which they gave thee before,
And trust th' immaculate blood to wash thy score.
Think thy friends weeping round, and... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of CARL SANDBURG?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of CARL SANDBURG:
I spot the hills
With yellow balls in autumn.
I light the prairie cornfields
Orange and tawny gold clusters
And I am called pumpkins.
On the last of October
When dusk is fallen
Children join hands
And circle round me
Singing ghost songs
And love to the harvest moon;... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about blossom, summer and snow in the style of PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about blossom, summer and snow in the style of PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR:
Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars
Drops on the hay-field yellow.
Come in the twilight soft and gray,
Come in the night or come in the day,
Come, O love,... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about virtue, stella and self in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about virtue, stella and self in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
A strife is grown between Virtue and Love,
While each pretends that Stella must be his:
Her eyes, her lips, her all, saith Love, do this,
Since they do wear his badge, most firmly prove.
But Virtue thus that title doth disprove,
Tha... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about lilacs in the style of T. S. ELIOT?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about lilacs in the style of T. S. ELIOT:
I
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself as it will seem to do
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An atmosphere ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about love, gold and thrush in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about love, gold and thrush in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE:
My love looks like a girl to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are not gold,
But threaded with filigree silver,
And uncanny cold.
She looks like a young maiden, since her brow
Is smooth ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about seal and salmon?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about seal and salmon:
Out of the winds' and the waves' riot,
Out of the loud foam,
He has put in to a great quiet
And a still home.
Here he may lie at ease and wonder
Why the old ship waits,
And hark for the surge and the strong thunder
Of the full Straits,
And look for the fishing fleet at mo... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about originally and poetry?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about originally and poetry:
Originally published in Poetry, August 1914. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
O absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear.
What sayst thou now? Where is that dainty cheer
Thou toldst mine eyes should hel... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of GEORGE SANTAYANA?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of GEORGE SANTAYANA:
I
Calm was the sea to which your course you kept,
Oh, how much calmer than all southern seas!
Many your nameless mates, whom the keen breeze
Wafted from mothers that of old have wept.
All souls of children taken as they slept
Are your companions, partners of you... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of CARL SANDBURG?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of CARL SANDBURG:
There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of bloodI keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray ... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of JOHN DONNE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of JOHN DONNE:
Our storm is past, and that storm's tyrannous rage,
A stupid calm, but nothing it, doth 'suage.
The fable is inverted, and far more
A block afflicts, now, than a stork before.
Storms chafe, and soon wear out themselves, or us;
In calms, Heaven laughs to see us languish... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about originally and poetry in the style of LOUISE BOGAN?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about originally and poetry in the style of LOUISE BOGAN:
Originally published in Poetry, August 1922. |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Never love unless you can
Bear with all the faults of man:
Men sometimes will jealous be
Though but little cause they see;
And hang the head, as discontent,
And speak what straight they will repent.
Men that but one saint adore
Make a show of love to more.
Beauty must be sco... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
If these and such-like you can bear,
Then like, and love, and never fear! |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
What, have I thus betrayed my liberty?
Can those black beams such burning marks engrave
In my free side? or am I born a slave,
Whose neck becomes such yoke of tyranny?
Or want I sense to feel my misery?
Or sprite, disdain of such disdain to have?
Who for long fa... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about love and reed in the style of JOHN DONNE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about love and reed in the style of JOHN DONNE:
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
There will the river whispering run
Warm'd by thy eyes, more than the sun;
And there the 'enamour'd fi... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of MICHAEL ANANIA?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of MICHAEL ANANIA:
Michael Anania, A Stratagem from Selected Poems. Copyright 1994 by Michael Anania. Used by permission of Asphodel Press/Acorn Alliance. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of HART CRANE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of HART CRANE:
Hart Crane, "Voyages I, II, III, IV, V, VI" from The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, edited by Marc Simon. Copyright 1933, 1958, 1966 by Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright 1986 by Marc Simon. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about peninsula and volcano in the style of SAMUEL GREENBERG?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about peninsula and volcano in the style of SAMUEL GREENBERG:
By a peninsula the painter sat and
Sketched the uneven valley groves.
The apostle gave alms to the
Meek. The volcano burst
In fusive sulphur and hurled
Rocks and ore into the air
Heavens sudden change at
The drawing tempestuous,
Darken... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about saint, accents and breath?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about saint, accents and breath:
Follow your saint, follow with accents sweet;
Haste you, sad notes, fall at her flying feet.
There, wrapp'd in cloud of sorrow, pity move,
And tell the ravisher of my soul I perish for her love:
But if she scorns my never-ceasing pain,
Then burst with sighing in h... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about khaki and dicky - bird in the style of IVOR GURNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about khaki and dicky - bird in the style of IVOR GURNEY:
Lying in dug-outs, joking idly, wearily;
Watching the candle guttering in the draught;
Hearing the great shells go high over us, eerily
Singing; how often have I turned over, and laughed
With pity and pride, photographs of all colo... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about copyright?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about copyright:
Copyright 1996 by the Estate of Mina Loy. All rights reserved. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SARA TEASDALE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SARA TEASDALE:
Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.
Strephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about geranium in the style of T. S. ELIOT?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about geranium in the style of T. S. ELIOT:
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Dissolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about spring in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about spring in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE:
What large, dark hands are those at the window
Lifted, grasping the golden light
Which weaves its way through the creeper leaves
To my heart's delight?
Ah, only the leaves! But in the west,
In the west I see a redness come
Over the evening's bu... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of D. H. LAWRENCE:
When she rises in the morning
I linger to watch her;
She spreads the bath-cloth underneath the window
And the sunbeams catch her
Glistening white on the shoulders,
While down her sides the mellow
Golden shadow glows as
She stoops to the sponge, and her swung breast... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about momus?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about momus:
Momus is the name men give your face,
The brag of its tone, like a long low steamboat whistle
Finding a way mid mist on a shoreland,
Where gray rocks let the salt water shatter spray Against horizons purple, silent.
Yes, Momus,
Men have flung your face in bronze
To gaze in gargoyle ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about phoenix and time in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about phoenix and time in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
Or do you cutted Spartans imitate?
Or do you mean my tender ears to spare,
That to my questions you so total are?
When I demand of Phoenix Stella's stat... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
The weary yeare his race now having run,
The new begins his compast course anew:
With shew of morning mylde he hath begun,
Betokening peace and plenty to ensew.
So let us, which this chaunge of weather vew,
Chaunge eeke our mynds and former lives amend,
The old yeares sinnes ... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
So likewise love cheare you your heavy spright,
And chaunge old yeares annoy to new delight. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about stella in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about stella in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
Stella, since thou so right a princess art
Of all the powers which life bestows on me,
There ere by them aught undertaken be
They first resort unto that sovereign part;
Sweet, for a while give respite to my heart,
Which pants as though it still shou... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Of this worlds Theatre in which we stay,
My love lyke the Spectator ydly sits
Beholding me that all the pageants play,
Disguysing diversly my troubled wits.
Sometimes I joy when glad occasion fits,
And mask in myrth lyke to a Comedy:
Soone after when my joy to sorrow flits,
I... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
She is no woman, but a sencelesse stone. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about glory?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about glory:
But love whilst that thou mayst be loved again,
Now whilst thy May hath filed thy lap with flowers,
Now whilst thy beauty bears without a stain,
Now use the summer smiles, ere winter lowers.
And whilst thou spreadst unto the rising sun
The fairest flower that ever saw the light,
Now ... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
The ancient songs
Pass deathward mournfully.
Cold lips that sing no more, and withered wreaths,
Regretful eyes, and drooping breasts and wings
Symbols of ancient songs
Mournfully passing
Down to the great white surges,
Watched of none - -
Save the frail sea-birds
And... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
And with slow feet approaching;
And with bowed head and unlit eyes,
We kneel before thee:
And thou, leaning towards us, Caressingly layest upon us
Flowers from thy thin cold hands,
And, smiling as a chaste woman Knowing love in her heart,
Thou sealest our eyes
And the ill... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Souls joy, bend not those morning stars from me,
Where virtue is made strong by beautys might,
Where love is chasteness, pain doth learn delight,
And humbleness grows one with majesty.
Whatever may ensue, O let me be
Co-partner of the riches of that sight;
Let not mine eyes b... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
For though I oft my self of them bemoan,
That through my heart their beamy darts be gone,
Whose cureless wounds even now most freshly bleed,
Yet since my death wound is already got,
Dear killer, spare not they sweet cruel shot;
A kind of grace it is to slay with speed. |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Give me hunger,
O you gods that sit and give
The world its orders.
Give me hunger, pain and want,
Shut me out with shame and failure
From your doors of gold and fame,
Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger!
But leave me a little love,
A voice to speak to me in the day end,
... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
In the dusk of day-shapes
Blurring the sunset,
One little wandering, western star
Thrust out from the changing shores of shadow.
Let me go to the window,
Watch there the day-shapes of dusk
And wait and know the coming
Of a little love. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about time, nature and rose in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about time, nature and rose in the style of WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
O! never say that I was false of heart,
Though absence seemed my flame to qualify.
As easy might I from myself depart
As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie:
That is my home of love; if I have ranged,
Like him that travels, I... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about lark, heaven ' s gate and phoebus?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about lark, heaven ' s gate and phoebus:
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With every thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
A... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about wallace stevens, alfred a. knopf and knopf doubleday publishing group in the style of WALLACE STEVENS?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about wallace stevens, alfred a. knopf and knopf doubleday publishing group in the style of WALLACE STEVENS:
Wallace Stevens, "Of Mere Being" from The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play. Copyright 1967, 1969, 1971 by Holly Stevens. Used by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, an i... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou knowst thy estimate.
The Charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of th... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Comes home again, on better judgement making.
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter:
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter. |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay, for shame,
To save thee from the blame
Of all my grief and grame;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath loved thee so long
In wealth and woe among?
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
And is thy heart so strong
As for to leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus,
That hath given thee my heart
Never for to depart,
Nother for pain nor smart;
And wilt thou leave me thus?
Say nay, say nay!
And wilt thou leave me thus
And have no more p... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about evergreen and apple?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about evergreen and apple:
Not in that wasted garden
Where bodies are drawn into grass
That feeds no flocks, and into evergreens
That bear no fruit
There where along the shaded walks
Vain sighs are heard,
And vainer dreams are dreamed
Of close communion with departed souls
But here under the ap... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by ... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about heaven?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about heaven:
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
To nature, and to hers, and my good is dead,
And her soul early into heaven ravished,
Wholly in heavenly things my mind is set.
Here the admiring her my mind did whet
To seek thee, God; so streams do show the head;
But though I have fou... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about paris and fortune in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about paris and fortune in the style of SIR PHILIP SIDNEY:
I might!unhappy wordO me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
Till now wrapt in a most infernal night,
I find how heav'nly day, wretch! I did miss.
Heart, rend thyself, thou dost thyself but right;
No lovely Paris mad... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summers lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from f... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growst:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about poetry and fall?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about poetry and fall:
We sat together at one summers end,
That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,
And you and I, and talked of poetry.
I said, A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moments thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about odysseus in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about odysseus in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS:
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
The brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
And all that famous harmony of leaves,
Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
A girl arose that had red mournful lips
And seemed the greatness of the ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about minerva and sin?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about minerva and sin:
He protested all his life long
The newspapers lied about him villainously;
That he was not at fault for Minerva's fall,
But only tried to help her.
Poor soul so sunk in sin he could not see
That even trying to help her, as he called it,
He had broken the law human and divin... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about baseball, world and hypnotic?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about baseball, world and hypnotic:
I
The mind has shown itself at times
Too much the baked and labeled dough
Divided by accepted multitudes.
Across the stacked partitions of the day
Across the memoranda, baseball scores,
The stenographic smiles and stock quotations
Smutty wings flash out equivo... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead
And that thou think'st thee free
From all solicitation from me,
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,
And thee, feign'd vestal, in worse arms shall see;
Then thy sick taper will begin to wink,
And he, whose thou art then, being tir'd before,
Will, if thou stir, or pinch to wake him, think
Thou call'st for more,
And in false sl... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Who will in fairest book of nature know
How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,
Let him but learn of love to read in thee,
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Stella, those fair lines which true goodness show.
There shall he find all vices' overthrow,
Not by rude force, but sweetest sovereignty
Of reason, from whose light those night-birds fly;
That inward sun in thine eyes shineth so.
And, not content to be perfection's heir
T... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beautys rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory;
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Feedst thy lights flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Though that art now the worlds fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of EN JONSON?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of EN JONSON:
Slow, slow, fresh fount, keep time with my salt tears;
Yet slower, yet, O faintly, gentle springs!
List to the heavy part the music bears,
Woe weeps out her division, when she sings.
Droop herbs and flowers;
Fall grief in showers;
Our beauties are not ours.
O, I could s... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about babylon, saturday and letter?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about babylon, saturday and letter:
Bilbea, I was in Babylon on Saturday night.
I saw nothing of you anywhere.
I was at the old place and the other girls were there,
But no Bilbea.
Have you gone to another house? or city?
Why dont you write?
I was sorry. I walked home half-sick.
Tell me how it ... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of SIR WALTER RALEGH?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of SIR WALTER RALEGH:
Praisd be Dianas fair and harmless light;
Praisd be the dews wherewith she moists the ground;
Praisd be her beams, the glory of the night;
Praisd be her power by which all powers abound.
Praisd be her nymphs with whom she decks the woods,
Praisd be her knights ... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about spring, april and lily?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about spring, april and lily:
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
O come, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
Come, naked Virtues only tire,
The reaped harvest of the light
Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire,
Love calls to war:
Sighs his alarms,
Lips his swords are,
The fields his arms.
Come,... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Lips his swords are,
The field his arms. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about winter and green holly?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about winter and green holly:
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As mans ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere... |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS:
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little s... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about spring in the style of JOHN DONNE?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about spring in the style of JOHN DONNE:
I scarce believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
But if medicine, love, which cures a... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about michael anania, motet and asphodel press?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about michael anania, motet and asphodel press:
Michael Anania, Motet from Selected Poems. Copyright 1994 by Michael Anania. Used by permission of Asphodel Press/Acorn Alliance. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about huntsman, deer and brook in the style of EDMUND SPENSER?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about huntsman, deer and brook in the style of EDMUND SPENSER:
Like as a huntsman after weary chase,
Seeing the game from him escap'd away,
Sits down to rest him in some shady place,
With panting hounds beguiled of their prey:
So after long pursuit and vain assay,
When I all weary had the chase f... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
This youth too long has heard the break
Of waters in a land of change.
He goes to see what suns can make
From soil more indurate and strange.
He cuts what holds his days together
And shuts him in, as lock on lock:
The arrowed vane announcing weather,
The tripping racket of a... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
Where something dreadful and another
Look quietly upon each other. |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
Misus and Mopsa hardly could agree,
Striving about superiority.
The text which says that man and wife are one,
Was the chief argument they stood upon.
Assistant: | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
She held they both one woman should become,
He held both should be man, and both but one.
So they contended daily, but the strife
Could not be ended, till both were one wife. |
Human: Can you write a poem for me in the style of LADY MARY WROTH?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem in the style of LADY MARY WROTH:
Love like a jugler, comes to play his prise,
And all minds draw his wonders to admire,
To see how cuningly hee, wanting eyes,
Can yett deseave the best sight of desire:
The wanton child, how hee can faine his fire
So pretely, as none sees his dis... |
Human: Can you continue this poem for me?
I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I fear and hope. I burn and freeze like ice.
I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise;
And nought I have, and all the world I season.
That loseth nor locketh holdeth me in prison
And holdeth me notyet can I scape no wise
Nor letteth m... | Sure, a continuation for this poem could be:
And yet of death it giveth me occasion.
Without eyen I see, and without tongue I plain.
I desire to perish, and yet I ask health.
I love another, and thus I hate myself.
I feed me in sorrow and laugh in all my pain;
Likewise displeaseth me both life and death,
And my deli... |
Human: Can you write me a poem about marc simon?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about marc simon:
Hart Crane, "The Air Plant" from The Complete Poems of Hart Crane, edited by Marc Simon. Copyright 1933, 1958, 1966 by Liveright Publishing Corporation. Copyright 1986 by Marc Simon. Used by permission of Publishing Corporation. |
Human: Can you write me a poem about pindar, stella and nature?
Assistant: | Sure, here's a poem about pindar, stella and nature:
Let dainty wits cry on the sisters nine,
That, bravely mask'd, their fancies may be told;
Or, Pindar's apes, flaunt they in phrases fine,
Enam'ling with pied flowers their thoughts of gold.
Or else let them in statelier glory shine,
Ennobling newfound tropes with ... |
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