GPT-2-354M poetry samples (overnight)

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29358|The very things our fathers were.
29358|And now from these distant hills
29358|They rush across the fields of Spring.
29358|And all the stars on Heaven's bright
29358|Are marching for Victory.
29358|And now from these distant hills
29358|The sun in azure shines.
29358|The green grass of the green wood
29358|Is blowing, the larks soar near,
29358|And the birds fly on over.
29358|The trees are swinging, the grass is blowing,
29358|The birds are in the vale,
29358|The grass is swinging and waving on,
29358|The trees are swaying and waving
29358|On the wind over the field.
29358|And, through a great blue valley,
29358|A valley of green green wood,
29358|In the heart of the green wood,
29358|In the heart of the green wood,
29358|The little pippos fly!
29358|The pippos are flying at the sound,
29358|Where the little pippos are on the boughs;
29358|The hills are swaying, and the sky is blue,
29358|And the little pippos are in the grass.
29558|The pippos, singing with their black wings,--
29558|Pippots--can they sing?
29558|The pippots at the little pippo,
29558|Catch their little pippo;
29558|They can sing, and they can hear,--
29558|Telling of a dear and long-lost child.
29558|A little pippot, a black cot,
29558|Down by the stream.
29558|And the pippoes sing, they sing, they sing,
29558|Telling of a dear and long-lost child,
29558|Oh, how the pippots sing to and fro,
29558|Telling of their little pippot:--
29558|"The pippot's so white, the little pippo
29558|(How she shines in the wind!)
29558|Is so green, the little pippot shines,
29558|But the pippot that's the white--
29558|The pippot you loved, the pippot that's white,
29558|For her darling heart is still.
29558|"The pippot's white, you little pippo,
29558|The pippot of the white!"
29558|The pippot's white, and the little pippo's gray,
29558|How they sung to and fro;
29558|"The pippot's so white, she's a child again,
29558|The little pippo's in a grave!"
29558|They sang of children all gone by,
29558|And the pippots are dying,
29558|A little pippot in her grave;
29558|"The pippot's so white, the little pippo
2888|Was never quite white."
2888|O how the little pippos sing!
2888|A little pippot in her grave!
2888|Why, where she lives they never meet,--
2888|A little pippot is dead.
2888|O how the pippos sing!--
2888|A little pippo and the pippot
2888|Are in the same grave.
2888|When the little kids do play,
2888|And the little kids play,
2888|The children will say,--
2888|"He's so happy at heart,
2888|The little kids all seem so glad."
2888|O well, the little children live;
2888|And the children come in season
2888|For the little ones to go.
2888|When the little boys do play,
2888|They say--"He is so happy here--
2888|He lives at St. Paul's."
2888|But how the little boys go;
2888|And how a little boy grows up,
2888|With a father sad and cold.
2888|O the little girls play!
2888|They are so fair and full of life,
2888|They are like a lovely light;
2888|They are, so to speak, a pretty new thing,
2888|A little girl and a little boy--
2888|I know

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27195|O'er every hill and valley rolling,
27195|And every tree, in every glen and glade,
27195|Shall evermore the song of his song be heard.
27195|Then I will sit still,
27195|I will sit still,
27195|And let God make my song
27195|Sweet as the rose of Easter.
27195|I'll hear him singing
27195|When the first morn appears
27195|Where the first blossome bears
27195|The golden seed of spring.
27195|And I'll hear him breathing--
27195|In the sweet valley, beneath the hill,
27195|When the lark is singing near the dawn,
27195|And the lark is singing high about,
27195|When the hound is singing near the mead.
27195|And I'll hear him singing
27195|When the first star appears
27195|Around the first hour of darkness--
27195|Ere the star of dawn shows
27195|The first star of the night.
27195|And I'll hear him singing
27195|When the dead are singing
27195|About my head and me.
27195|And I'll hear him breathing--
27195|I'll hear the dying--
27195|O come to me, my soul!
27195|My soul's singing to him,
27195|O dear me, my soul!
27195|A song divine,
27195|I sing unto him,
27195|A song so sweet, so gentle,
27195|I will never forget
27195|The sweet words he has spoken.
27195|The morning rose,
27195|The morning flower
27195|Was never born,
27195|Not at his birth.
27195|But I am told--I know not--
27195|The morning was born,
27195|And that morning flower,
27195|I think, must have had
27195|That strange new birth,
27195|For on the day it blossomed
27195|It had not yet grown.
27195|The sunshine shone
27195|Full in my room,
27195|As on some white pillow
27195|Throned the lovely rose
27195|Who with the rose was born.
27195|And it was but once
27195|The day--and now
27195|The night is dead,
27195|And my heart is full, O rose,
27195|And my heart is glad, O rose.
27195|The wind has gone out to sea,
27195|And the sea-gulls are in the wind,
27195|And the star-gulls are in the sea,
27195|And the great blue-winged sea-gulls
27195|Are in the land a-wing.
27195|The blue-winged sea-gulls,
27195|Like the blue-bird birds
27195|That sing in the night,
27195|Are in the air like stars,
27195|And in the wind like moons:
27195|On the sand they ride,
27195|On the sand they glide,
27195|In the wind are floating,
27195|O'er the water riding,
27195|On the water sailing.
27195|The gray sea-gulls are here,
27195|And like stars they shine,
27195|And like stars of night
27195|They watch us sailing,
27195|To the west they go,
27195|And to the east they go,
27195|And the great blue-winged sea-gulls
27195|Are in the air like stars.
27195|O wind that bloweth out,
27195|Why art thou left alone--
27195|The gray sea-gulls be here
27195|And like stars they shine,
27195|And like stars of night
27195|They watch us sailing,
27195|To the east they go,
27195|And to the west they go,
27195|And the great blue-winged sea-gulls
27195|Are in the air like stars.
27195|The gray sea-gulls are here,
27195|And like stars they live,
27195|And like stars of night,
27195|They watch us sailing,
27195|On the water's silent
27195|And the wind's silent.
27195|From the

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Well, what does he care?
25340|Why does he always
25340|Hang him up like
25340|He thinks he knows
25340|How to move in
25340|A circle--to be
25340|As sure as
25340|When he was a boy,
25340|He ran like a squirrel!
25340|He ran for his dinner,
25340|He ran for his supper,
25340|And when he reached
25340|To his house at last
25340|He jumped on a
25340|Ramp-top.
25340|But he fell down and
25340|Didn't keep his footing
25340|The whole ten minutes.
25340|And then they
25340|Put him up in a chair,
25340|On a bench,
25340|To wait upon his
25340|Sight to see when
25340|He started to
25340|Break into tears.
25340|Then wept a lot
25340|On the bench of him
25340|That was so high up.
25340|But there was,
25340|I saw, on the
25340|Arose of him
25340|That rose so high.
25340|I sat on it,
25340|Because
25340|I couldn't
25340|Help but watch him.
25340|In fact! he
25340|Would have
25340|Started up on him!
25340|Then weeped!
25340|And then
25340|They put a
25340|Dry-wall in his
25340|To
25340|Keep him warm with
25340|Rugs.
25340|I know they
25340|Would. I know they
25340|All the time!
25340|And so,
25340|I'm sure,
25340|That they
25340|All
25340|Of 'em
25340|Might, I think,
25340|Have put him
25340|Out of his misery,
25340|For me to be
25340|A boy again.
25340|If I could hear again
25340|The sound of his feet
25340|Gladly beating
25340|Up the stairs,
25340|I'd know
25340|It's
25340|Just the
25340|Sound of his
25340|Tired feet.
25340|And the long blue stream would flow
25340|So quietly,
25340|If I knew it
25340|By its
25340|White
25340|Branch of
25340|Red-breast's
25340|Gorgeous-white-head.
25340|I'd know it by its
25340|White head.
25340|And the old old man's
25340|Red-breast's
25340|Gorgeous-white-head.
25340|Would know.
25340|I see it from the
25340|Tall trees
25340|In the
25340|Garden,
25340|Where I sit
25340|While they
25340|Bubble up and down.
25340|And the
25340|Little
25340|Flowers, among
25340|Old trees,
25340|That
25340|All the time,
25340|Come up and down.
25340|And my heart breaks when,
25340|I think of him,
25340|All alone.
25340|But the
25340|Red-breast's
25340|Gorgeous-white-head.
25340|Will break me! will
25340|Break me
25340|If I know it
25340|By my
25340|Astraggle
25340|In my
25340|Flowers.
25340|But the
25340|Red-breast's
25340|Gorgeous-white-head.
25340|I'll know,
25340|When I see him
25340|Standing,
25340|I'm sure,
25340|That all it's
25340|Just the
25340|Sound of his
25340|Thrill.
25340|And if I
25340|Would hear it
25340|By the
25340|Red-breast's
25340|Gorgeous-white-head.
25340|I'd know it
25340|By its
25340|White
25340|

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and' me 'a' is, and I can't be
20956|The man for the job."
20956|"The man for the job?" said the King.
20956|"There is nothing for me then," said his Majesty.
20956|"And that's no man for me," said his Majesty,
20956|"I have a friend, and he's a man for the job.
20956|O' my word, the man is a man for the job!
20956|O' my word, the man for the job!
20956|"If you'll give us your son," said the King,
20956|"Come up unto me, come up unto me,
20956|I'm the man for the job on the day."
20956|"If you'll give us your son," said the King,
20956|"I'll give my son," said his Majesty.
20956|"Let the father of you be," the King said,
20956|"And I'll spare the heir," said his Majesty.
20956|"Then I'll go and seek the Lord in Heaven,
20956|And to-day I've taken the job to do;"
20956|And the Prince, coming to himself, answered,
20956|"O, who would have thought it was I?"
20956|_Written before the death of King James VI_,_
20956|"_T'is the time of year, O my fair lord,
20956|_When the wind is still and the sun still shines,
20956|_And the birds sing for the end of June._
20956|"_In the twilight of the day I heard
20956|The wind and the nightingale sing;
20956|_I went down by the stream alone._
20956|"_The leaves were gathering round the tree,
20956|The trees were singing to sleep;
20956|_I took my bed-robes, and I went.'
20956|"_In the twilight of the day I heard,
20956|The wind and the nightingale still sing,
20956|_But I thought I would come home._"
20956|The wind was still as the forest-forest.
20956|The trees were singing all night to sleep.
20956|We climbed up the branches to the roof.
20956|The night was cold and dark as Death.
20956|The light from the moon was cold and brown.
20956|You came from the city by the river;
20956|That's the light of the woods beside the river.
20956|We walked and we sang, and we made no noise,
20956|And the trees were singing all day long with their song.
20956|But when the dawn was near, the lights were dark.
20956|You went up to the city and we went up to the trees.
20956|The night was cold and dark as Death.
20956|The light from the moon was cold and dark.
20956|We climbed up the trees and sang a single song
20956|Until dawn and the day in the forest and the water.
20956|Then we went to the city and we went to the woods again; and you sang more than once.
20956|It was never a thing we looked forward to one time; but now it's a thing we look far into the future.
20956|The night was cold and dark as Death.
20956|The lights from the moon were cold and dark.
20956|I never knew a King before he had a son.
20956|When he married me he never looked the while
20956|Before his wife and me were married.
20956|We went to the wedding and we left to the church.
20956|The husband is the King. It's the woman he makes him.
20956|I don't know a King nor a wife before this.
20956|My father is King. It's the wife. In the world there's only one King.
20956|The King is the King, and the wife the Queen. But the husband is the King.
20956|As soon as the son of Thee has a brother's wife,
20956|The brother will be one to all, or he'll be none,
20956|And the Queen will be no queen till the son of Thee has a brother's wife.
20956|Then the mother of the son of Thee is all for him,
20956|And of a sister all for Thee. I would have
20956|The mother of my child be