Best poems

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To a Gentleman and Lady on the Death of the Lady's Brother and Sister

© Phillis Wheatley

But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside,
And let the fountain of your tears be dry'd,
In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain,
Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain,
Your pains they witness, but they can no more,
While Death reigns tyrant o'er this mortal shore.

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The Emigrants: Book II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


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The Emigrants: Book I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of

Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.

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Sonnet VII: Sweet Poet of the Woods

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Sweet poet of the woods---a long adieu!

Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year!

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Sonnet I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

THE partial Muse, has from my earliest hours,

Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread,

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Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again

© Alfred Tennyson

Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One writes, that Other Friends Rem

© Alfred Tennyson

O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

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Loyalty

© James Tate

This is the hardest part:

When I came back to life

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Like A Scarf

© James Tate

The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing,

more likely they were the random associations

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I prithee spare me gentle boy

© Sir John Suckling

I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Press me no more for that slight toy,
That foolish trifle of an heart;
I swear it will not do its part,
Though thou dost thine, employ'st thy pow'r and art.

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Jubilate Agno (excerpt)

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

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Astrophel and Stella: LXXI

© Sir Philip Sidney

Who will in fairest book of nature know

How virtue may best lodg'd in beauty be,

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Astrophel and Stella VII: WhenNature Made her Chief Work

© Sir Philip Sidney

When Nature made her chief work, Stella's eyes,

In colour black why wrapt she beams so bright?

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Astrophel and Stella

© Sir Philip Sidney


Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.

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Untitled 2

© Tupac Shakur

With all this extra stressing the question I wonder is after death


After my last breath

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The Four Seasons

© Obi Nwakanma

The forest hugs them
carves them into stones,
Etches them into the slow
eastern landscape: rivers, hills
the slow running water,
times broken inscapes…

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A Sincere Man Am I

© José Martí

A sincere man am I
From the land where palm trees grow,
And I want before I die
My soul's verses to bestow.

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F?sulan Idyl

© Walter Savage Landor

She drew back
The boon she tendered, and then, finding not
The ribbon at her waist to fix it in,
Dropt it, as loth to drop it, on the rest.

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Song of the Indian Maid

© John Keats

O SORROW!
Why dost borrow
The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?¡ª
To give maiden blushes
To the white rose bushes? 5
Or is it thy dewy hand the daisy tips?