All Poems

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Conversation

© William Cowper

Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense

To every man his modicum of sense,

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A Presentiment

© Robert Fuller Murray

It seems a little word to say -
FAREWELL-but may it not, when said,
Be like the kiss we give the dead,
Before they pass the doors for aye?

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Sonnet 35: What May Words Say

© Sir Philip Sidney

What may words say, or what may words not say,
Where truth itself must speak like flattery?
Within what bounds can one his liking stay,
Where Nature doth with infinite agree?

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Piccolo Valzer Viennese

© Federico Garcia Lorca

A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,
una spalla dove piange la morte
e un bosco di colombe disseccate.
C'e' un frammento del mattino
nel museo della brina.
C'è un salone con mille vetrate.

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The Onlooker

© Edith Nesbit

If I could make a pillow for your head,
Soft, pleasant, filled with every pretty thought;
If I could lay a carpet where you tread
Of all my life's most radiant fancies wrought,
And spread my love as canopy above you,
Your sleep, your steps should know how much I love you.

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A War Wedding

© John Jay Chapman

THE dreamy earth is flooded o'er
With warm and hazy light,
September's latest boon, before
She feels the hoar frost in the night;
And, pausing with a sober frown,
Nips the first floweret from her summer crown.

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Who Santy-Claus Wuz

© James Whitcomb Riley

Jes' a little bit o' feller--I remember still--

Ust to almost cry fer Christmas, like a youngster will.

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The Death of a Soldier

© Wallace Stevens

Life contracts and death is expected,
As in season of autumn.
The soldier falls.

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Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon

© Robert Browning


 You by me,
And I by you; this is your hand in mine,
And side by side we sit: all's true. Thank God!
I have spoken: speak you!

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From an Italian Sonnet

© Samuel Rogers

Love, under Friendship's vesture white,
Laughs, his little limbs concealing;
And oft in sport, and oft in spite,
Like pity meets the dazzled sight,

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From Gotz Von Berlichingen

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

  Dan Cupid on flies;
With victory laden,
To vanquish each maiden

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Consolation

© Edgar Albert Guest

SO YOU 'RE sobbin' in the night time, an' you 're sighin' through the day,
An' your heart is ever callin' for the loved one gone away;
An' you're lonely, oh, so lonely! an' there's nothin' friends can do,
That will start the old light shinin' in those tender eyes of blue.

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O World, Be Nobler

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O WORLD, be nobler, for her sake!

  If she but knew thee what thou art,

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At The Cottage

© Edgar Albert Guest

SHE wanted to be asked again,

And so she wiped the dishes,

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Sonnet XXXI: Oft Do I Muse

© Samuel Daniel

Oft do I muse whether my Delia's eyes

Are eyes, or else two fair bright stars that shine;

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The Naval Reserve

© Evelyn Underhill

From the undiscovered deep
  Where the blessed lie at ease --
Since the ancient navies keep
  Empire of the heavenly seas --
  Back they come, the mighty dead,
  Quick to serve where they have led.

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The Ape

© Charles Lamb


An Ape is but a trivial beast,
 Men count it light and vain;
But I would let them have their thoughts,
 To have my Ape again.

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Spring Song

© Bliss William Carman

Like a whim of Grieg's or Gounod's,
This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,
Some day I may capture (Who knows?)
Just the one last joy I lack,
Waking to the far new summons,
When the old spring winds come back.

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Sunday Morning Bells

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

FROM the near city comes the clang of bells:
Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
In one faint misty harmony, as fine
As the soft note yon winter robin swells.--

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Song Of A Brigadier

© Anonymous

I wear a splendid uniform;

I ride a splendid nag;