Diet poems

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Patience

© Anonymous

Pacience is a poynt, Þa3 hit displese ofte

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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.

© John Kenyon


A.—
  By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
  'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
  Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
  Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.

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Zoo-Keeper's Wife

© Sylvia Plath

I can stay awake all night, if need be ---
Cold as an eel, without eyelids.
Like a dead lake the dark envelops me,
Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit.

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The Day Is Coming

© William Morris

Come hither lads and hearken,
for a tale there is to tell,
Of the wonderful days a-coming, when all
shall be better than well.

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What Makes Summer?

© George MacDonald

Winter froze both brook and well;

Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;

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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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The four Seasons of the Year.

© Anne Bradstreet

Spring.

Another four I've left yet to bring on,

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The Sleep of Sigismund

© Jean Ingelow

The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.

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The Dance To Death. Act V

© Emma Lazarus


LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky?  My heart is sick.

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The Task: Book V. -- The Winter Morning Walk

© William Cowper

‘Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Ascending, fires the horizon; while the clouds,

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The World That All Contains

© Fulke Greville

THE world, that all contains, is ever moving;
The stars within their spheres forever turn'd;
Nature, the queen of change, to change is loving,
And form to matter new is still adjourn'd.

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Pastorals

© George Meredith

How sweet on sunny afternoons,
For those who journey light and well,
To loiter up a hilly rise
Which hides the prospect far beyond,
And fancy all the landscape lying
Beautiful and still;

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"Cupid, thou naughty boy..."

© Fulke Greville

Cupid, thou naughty boy, when thou wert loathed,

Naked and blind, for vagabonding noted,

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 9

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHILE these affairs in distant places pass’d,  

The various Iris Juno sends with haste,  

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Yardley Oak

© William Cowper

Survivor sole, and hardly such, of all

That once lived here, thy brethren, at my birth,

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Paradise Lost : Book IX.

© John Milton


No more of talk where God or Angel guest

With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,

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Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie

© Richard Lovelace

  It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
For ever ecchoes, and her glories;
Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto II.

© Matthew Prior

Richard, quoth Matt, these words of thine
Speak something sly and something fine;
But I shall e'en resume my theme,
However thou may'st praise or blame.

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Your Honeymoon Will Last

© George Ade

She:
When I settle with my hubby
In our little home,
He must not be wild and clubby,
He must never roam.