Family poems

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Abram Morrison

© John Greenleaf Whittier

'Midst the men and things which will
Haunt an old man's memory still,
Drollest, quaintest of them all,
With a boy's laugh I recall
Good old Abram Morrison.

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Written At Mycenae

© Richard Monckton Milnes

I saw a weird procession glide along
The vestibule before the
Lion's gate;
A Man of godlike limb and warrior state,

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The Writer's Dream

© Henry Lawson

And the last that were born of a noble race—when the page of the South was fair—
The last of the conquered dwelt in peace with the last of the victors there.
He saw their hearts with the author’s eyes who had written their ancient lore,
And he saw their lives as he’d dreamed of such—ah! many a year before.
And ‘I’ll write a book of these simple folk ere I to the world return,
‘And the cold who read shall be kind for these—and the wise who read shall learn.

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Human Family

© Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.
Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.

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With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

  I’ve taken my abode—

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Gentle Alice Brown

© William Schwenck Gilbert

It was a robber's daughter, and her name was ALICE BROWN,
Her father was the terror of a small Italian town;
Her mother was a foolish, weak, but amiable old thing;
But it isn't of her parents that I'm going for to sing.

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Amours De Voyage, Canto II

© Arthur Hugh Clough

P.S.
Mary has seen thus far.-I am really so angry, Louisa,-
Quite out of patience, my dearest! What can the man be intending?
I am quite tired; and Mary, who might bring him to in a moment,
Lets him go on as he likes, and neither will help nor dismiss him.

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter I - The Ring And The Book

© Robert Browning

DO you see this Ring?

  ’Tis Rome-work, made to match

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Sonnet XV: The Birth-Bond

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Have you not noted, in some family

Where two were born of a first marriage-bed,

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The Child-Dancers

© Percy MacKaye

A bomb has fallen over Notre Dame:  

Germans have burned another Belgian town:  

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.

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The Loving Shepherdess

© Robinson Jeffers

  She dreamed that a two-legged whiff of flame
Rose up from the house gable-peak crying, "Oh! Oh!"
And doubled in the middle and fled away on the wind
Like music above the bee-hives.

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Lines On The Death Of Bismarck

© John Jay Chapman

Thought cannot grasp the Cause: 'tis in the abyss
With Nature's secrets. But, gigantic wreck,
Thou wast the Instrument! And thy huge limbs
Cover nine kingdoms as thou lie'st asleep.

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Wives By The Dozen

© Matthew Prior

O Death how thou spoil'st the best project of life,

Said Gabriel, who still as he bury'd one wife,

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A Woman Of Quality

© Du Fu

Matchless in breeding and beauty,

a fine lady has taken refuge

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The Manor Garden

© Sylvia Plath

The fountains are dry and the roses over.
Incense of death. Your day approaches.
The pears fatten like little buddhas.
A blue mist is dragging the lake.

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Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth

© Ovid

 The End of the Sixth 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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Pursuit From Under

© James Dickey

And on August week ends the cold of a personal ice age
Comes up through my bare feet
Which are trying to walk like a boy's again
So that nothing on earth can have changed
On the ground where I was raised.

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The Brothers

© William Wordsworth

"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live

A profitable life: some glance along,

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The Obliterate Tomb

© Thomas Hardy

'More than half my life long
Did they weigh me falsely, to my bitter wrong,
But they all have shrunk away into the silence
 Like a lost song.