Family poems

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Little Susan

© Julia A Moore

Air - "The Pride of Caldair"


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Again Endorsing The Lady, II

© Franklin Pierce Adams

I thought that I was wholly free,
 That I had Love upon the shelf;
"Hereafter," I declared in glee,
 "I'll have my evenings to myself."
How can such mortal beauty live?
(Ah, Jove, thine errings I forgive!)

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The Virtuoso: In Imitation of Spenser's Style And Stanza

© Mark Akenside

“--- Videmus
 Nugari solitos.”
 -Persius

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An Alphabet Zoo

© Carolyn Wells

A was an apt Alligator,
Who wanted to be a head-waiter;
  He said, "I opine
  In that field I could shine,
Because I am such a good skater."

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Funnel

© Anne Sexton

The family story tells, and it was told true,

of my great-grandfather who begat eight

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Joys of Spring

© Kristijonas Donelaitis

The climbing sun again was wakening the world

And laughing at the wreck of frigid winter's trade.

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Souvenir De La Nuit Du 4 (Memory Of The Night Of The 4th)

© Victor Marie Hugo

L'enfant avait reçu deux balles dans la tête.

Le logis était propre, humble, paisible, honnête ;

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Don Juan: Canto The Eleventh

© George Gordon Byron

When Bishop Berkeley said 'there was no matter,'

And proved it--'twas no matter what he said:

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The Right Family

© Edgar Albert Guest

With time our notions allus change,

An' years make old idees seem strange--

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Litany for Dictatorships

© Stephen Vincent Benet

For all those beaten, for the broken heads,
The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed,
The ghosts in the burning city of our time ...

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And So I've Found My Native Country...

© Attila Jozsef

And so I've found my native country,
 that soil the gravedigger will frame,
 where they who write the words above me
 do not for once misspell my name.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Seventh

© Ovid

  The End of the Seventh Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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Commission

© Ezra Pound

Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve-racked, go to the enslaved-by-convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.

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Business

© Sam Walter Foss

"How is business?" asks the young man of the Spirit of the Years;
"Tell me of the modern output from the factories of fate,
And what jobs are waiting for me, waiting for me and my peers.
What's the outlook? What's the prospect? Are the wages small or great?"

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Keeping His First Wife Now

© Henry Lawson

IT’S OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,

  And a splice in the knot untied—

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The Four Seasons : Winter

© James Thomson

See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought,

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Hudibras: Part 1 - Canto II

© Samuel Butler

THE ARGUMENT

The catalogue and character

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Pippa Passes: Part IV: Night

© Robert Browning


Thanks, friends, many thanks! I chiefly desire life now, that I may recompense every one of you. Most I know something of already. What, a repast prepared?Benedicto benedicatur . . . ugh, ugh! Where was I? Oh, as you were remarking, Ugo, the weather is mild, very unlike winter-weather: but I am a Sicilian, you know, and shiver in your Julys here. To be sure, when 't was full summer at Messina, as we priests used to cross in procession the great square on Assumption Day, you might see our thickest yellow tapers twist suddenly in two, each like a falling star, or sink down on themselves in a gore of wax. But go, my friends, but go! [To the Intendant]
Not you, Ugo! [The others leave the apartment]
I have long wanted to converse with you, Ugo.

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The Family's Homely Man

© Edgar Albert Guest

And always it's the homely man that happens in to mend
The little toys the youngsters break, for he's the children's friend.
And he's the one that sits all night to watch beside the dead,
And sends the worn-out sorrowers and broken hearts to bed.
The family wouldn't be complete without him night or day,
To smooth the little troubles out and drive the cares away.