All Poems

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Fall of a Wall

© John Donne

Under an undermined and shot-bruised wall
A too-bold captain perish'd by the fall,
Whose brave misfortune happiest men envied,
That had a town for tomb, his bones to hide.

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A Mountain Revelry

© Li Po

To wash and rinse our souls of their age-old sorrows,
We drained a hundred jugs of wine.
A splendid night it was . . . .
In the clear moonlight we were loath to go to bed,

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The Free Selector (song of 1861)

© Anonymous

Ye sons of industry, to you I belong,
And to you I would dedicate a verse or a song.
Rejoicing o'er the victory John Robertson has won
Now the Land Bill has passed and the good time has come.
 Now the Land Bill, etc.

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Hard is the Journey

© Li Po

Gold vessels of fine wines,
thousands a gallon,
Jade dishes of rare meats,
costing more thousands,

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Fancy In Nubibus, Or The Poet In The Clouds

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

O! it is pleasant with a heart at ease,
  Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
  Or let the easily persuaded eyes

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On the Death of Mr. William Hervey

© Abraham Cowley

IT was a dismal and a fearful night:

Scarce could the Morn drive on th' unwilling Light,

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Alone And Drinking Under The Moon

© Li Po

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon

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At Last

© James Whitcomb Riley

A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in
  With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blot
The firmament; and where the moon has been
  An hour agone seems like the darkest spot.
The weird wind--furious at its demon game--
Rattles one's fancy like a window-frame.

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Madam And The Phone Bill

© Langston Hughes

You say I O.K.ed
LONG DISTANCE?
O.K.ed it when?
My goodness, Central
That was then!

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Ode to Mr. Graham, the Aeronaut

© Thomas Hood

Dear Graham, whilst the busy crowd,
The vain, the wealthy, and the proud,
Their meaner flights pursue,
Let us cast off the foolish ties
That bind us to the earth, and rise
And take a bird's-eye view!—

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Madam And Her Madam

© Langston Hughes

I worked for a woman,
She wasn't mean--
But she had a twelve-room
House to clean.

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Summer Evening At Home

© William Lisle Bowles

Come, lovely Evening! with thy smile of peace

  Visit my humble dwelling; welcomed in,

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Advertisement For The Waldorf-Astoria

© Langston Hughes

LISTEN HUNGRY ONES!
Look! See what Vanity Fair says about the
new Waldorf-Astoria:

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From A Full Moon In March

© William Butler Yeats

PARNELL'S FUNERAL

UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.

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Minstrel Man

© Langston Hughes

Because my mouth
Is wide with laughter
And my throat
Is deep with song,

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Song #4

© John Clare

I wish I was where I would be,

  With love alone to dwell,

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To The Judge

© James Whitcomb Riley

_A Voice From the Interior of Old Hoop-Pole Township_


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Walkers With The Dawn

© Langston Hughes

Being walkers with the dawn and morning,
Walkers with the sun and morning,
We are not afraid of night,
Nor days of gloom,
Nor darkness--
Being walkers with the sun and morning.

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The Best is Good Enough

© James Whitcomb Riley

I quarrel not with destiny,
But make the best of everything-
The best is good enough for me.

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The Blues

© Langston Hughes

When the shoe strings break
On both your shoes
And you're in a hurry-
That's the blues.