All Poems

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Conclusion

© John Frederick Nims

legato con amore in un volume

ciò che per l’universo si squaderna . . .

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The Silent Victors

© James Whitcomb Riley

Dying for victory, cheer on cheer
Thundered on his eager ear.
  --CHARLES L. HOLSTEIN.

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Fragment: To A Friend Released From Prison

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast
With feelings which make rapture pain resemble,
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast,

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Miss Blanche Says

© Francis Bret Harte

And you are the poet, and so you want

  Something--what is it?--a theme, a fancy?

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Calling Lucasta From Her Retirement. Ode

© Richard Lovelace

  I.
From the dire monument of thy black roome,
Wher now that vestal flame thou dost intombe,
As in the inmost cell of all earths wombe.

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The Joys Of Earth

© Edgar Albert Guest

LAUGHTER and song and mirth,

Roses that drip with dew,

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The Resurrection

© John Crowe Ransom

LONG, long before men die I sometimes read

  Their stoic backs as plain as graveyard stones,

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The After Woman

© Francis Thompson

Daughter of the ancient Eve,

We know the gifts ye gave--and give.

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Phoebe

© James Russell Lowell

Ere pales in Heaven the morning star,
  A bird, the loneliest of its kind,
Hears Dawn's faint footfall from afar
  While all its mates are dumb and blind.

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Rain-Songs

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

THE rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;
The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by;
And ever as he sings his low refrain,
He plays upon the harp-strings of the rain.

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Watching Unto God In The Night Season (2)

© William Cowper

Season of my purest pleasure,

Sealer of observing eyes!

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Sonnet 107: Stella, Since Thou So Right

© Sir Philip Sidney

Stella, since thou so right a princess art
Of all the powers which life bestows on me,
That ere by them aught undertaken be
They first resort unto that sovereign part;

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In Praise Of By-Gone Simplicity

© Confucius

In the old capital they stood,
  With yellow fox-furs plain,
  Their manners all correct and good,
  Speech free from vulgar stain.
  Could we go back to Chow's old days,
  All would look up to them with praise.

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Henry Ford's Offhand Way

© Edgar Albert Guest

Speaking of Henry Ford's purchase of a million dollars' worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; "He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I would talk about buying a sack of peanuts." — News item.


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Sonnet 63: Oh Grammar Rules

© Sir Philip Sidney

Oh grammar rules, oh now your virtues show
So children still read you with awefull eyes,
As my young dove may in your precepts wise
Her grant to me, by her own virtue know.

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Big Words

© Robert Graves

I've whined of coming death, but now, no more!

It's weak and most ungracious. For, say I,

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Messmates

© Sir Henry Newbolt

He gave us all a good-bye cheerily

  At the first dawn of day;

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Ode to Women

© John Logan

Ye virgins! fond to be admired,
With mighty rage of conquest fired,
And universal sway;
Who heave th' uncover'd bosom high,
And roll a fond, inviting eye,
On all the circle gay!

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October

© Margaret Widdemer

DONE with the Spring's unrest and gleam,
  The summer's toil and rich unrest,
  With nothing left to seek or keep
  Before she turns to Winter sleep
Earth lays her golden head, to dream
  One month against the gold sky's breast.

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Psalm CL.

© Henry King

Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.