Friendship poems

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Song. "The moment must come, when the hands that unite"

© Frances Anne Kemble

The moment must come, when the hands that unite

  In the firm clasp of friendship, will sever;

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Ode XI: On Love, To A Friend

© Mark Akenside

I.

No, foolish youth—To virtuous fame

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A Fable For Critics

© James Russell Lowell

  'Why, nothing of consequence, save this attack
On my friend there, behind, by some pitiful hack,
Who thinks every national author a poor one,
That isn't a copy of something that's foreign, 
And assaults the American Dick--'

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A Voice From The West

© Alfred Austin

What is the voice I hear
On the wind of the Western Sea?
Sentinel, listen from out Cape Clear
And say what the voice may be.
``'Tis a proud, free people calling loud to a people proud and free.

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To E---

© George Gordon Byron

Let Folly smile, to view the names
  Of thee and me in friendship twined;
Yet Virtue will have greater claims
  To love, than rank with vice combined.

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With Dickens

© Henry Lawson

In Windsor Terrace, number four,

  I’ve taken my abode—

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The Prayer Of Agassiz

© John Greenleaf Whittier

On the isle of Penikese,

Ringed about by sapphire seas,

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Inscriptions: VII: The Wood Nymph

© Mark Akenside

Approach in silence. 'tis no vulgar tale

Which I, the Dryad of this hoary oak,

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The Borough. Letter V: The Election

© George Crabbe

YES, our Election's past, and we've been free,

Somewhat as madmen without keepers be;

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Advice To Mrs. Mowat

© Anne Hecht

POEM WRITTEN TO MEHETIBLE CALEF, ON HER MARRIAGE TO CAPTAIN DAVID MOWAT, COMPOSED BY HER BRIDESMAID, ANNE HECHT, IN THE YEAR 1786.
Dear Hetty -
Since the single state
You've left to choose yourself a mate,

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The Common Joys

© Edgar Albert Guest

THESE joys are free to all who live

The rich and poor, the great and low:

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Gotham - Book II

© Charles Churchill

How much mistaken are the men who think

That all who will, without restraint may drink,

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Unknown Country

© Harold Monro

  Here, in this other world, they come and go

  With easy dream-like movements to and fro.

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The Time For Brotherhood

© Edgar Albert Guest

When a fellow's feeling blue,

And is troubled, through and through

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The Obligation Of Friendship

© Edgar Albert Guest

You ought to be fine for the sake of the folks
Who think you are fine.
If others have faith in you doubly you're bound
To stick to the line.
It's not only on you that dishonor descends:
You can't hurt yourself without hurting your friends.

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book V - Pativrata-Mahatmya - (Woman's Love)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The great _rishi_ Vyasa came to visit Yudhishthir, and advised Arjun,
great archer as he was, to acquire celestial arms by penance and
worship. Arjun followed the advice, met the god SIVA in the guise
of a hunter, pleased him by his prowess in combat, and obtained his
blessings and the _pasupata_ weapon. Arjun then went to INDRA'S
heaven and obtained other celestial arms.

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The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Fourth

© William Wordsworth

'Tis night: in silence looking down,
The Moon, from cloudless ether, sees
A Camp, and a beleaguered Town, 
And Castle, like a stately crown

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An American Tale

© Helen Maria Williams

"Ah! pity all the pangs I feel,
 If pity e'er ye knew;-
An aged father's wounds to heal,
 Through scenes of death I flew.

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Children's Anthem (Kinderhymne)

© Bertolt Brecht



Grace spare not and spare no labour

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Farewell To J. R. Lowell

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FAREWELL, for the bark has her breast to the tide,
And the rough arms of Ocean are stretched for his bride;
The winds from the mountain stream over the bay;
One clasp of the hand, then away and away!