All Poems
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Alfs Seventh Bit
© Ezra Pound
Did I 'ear it 'arf in a doze:
The Co-ops was a goin' somewhere,
Did I 'ear it while pickin' 'ops;
How they better start takin' care,
Sonnet: I Said I Splendidly Loved You; It's Not True
© Rupert Brooke
I said I splendidly loved you; it's not true.
Such long swift tides stir not a land-locked sea.
Paradise Regain'd : Book II.
© John Milton
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained
At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen
Ode to Cynthia, on the Approach of Spring
© William Shenstone
Now in the cowslip's dewy cell
The fairies make their bed,
They hover round the crystal well,
The turf in circles tread.
Metropolitan
© Arthur Rimbaud
From the indigo straits to Ossian's seas,
on pink and orange sands washed by the vinous sky,
Praise of the Fair Bridges, afterwards Lady Sandes, on Her Having a Scar in Her Forehead
© George Gascoigne
In court whoso demaundes
What dame doth most excell;
For my conceit I must needes say,
Faire Bridges beares the bel.
Sunset And Sunrise (Translated From Owen)
© William Cowper
Contemplate, when the sun declines,
Thy death with deep reflection!
And when again he rising shines,
The day of resurrection!
