Friendship poems
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To My Friend - Ode III
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
BE void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
Is a possession sad
Upon this changing earth.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
TO ONE TO WHOM HE HAD BEEN UNJUST
If I was angry once that you refused
The bread I asked and offered me a stone,
Deeming the rights of bounty thus abused
Beloved Name
© Victor Marie Hugo
The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--
The Sixth Olympic Ode Of Pindar
© Henry James Pye
A sudden thought I raptur'd feel,
Which, as the whetstone points the steel,
Brightens my sense, and bids me warbling raise
To the soft-breathing flute, the kindred notes of praise.
The Task: Book III. -- The Garden
© William Cowper
As one who, long in thickets and in brakes
Entangled, winds now this way and now that
On The Aphorism
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"L'Amitié est l'Amour sans ailes."
FRIENDSHIP, as some sage poet sings,
To My Old Readers
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Nor be forgotten our ANNEXES twain,
Nor HE, the owner of the squinting brain,
Which, while its curious fancies we pursue,
Oft makes us question, "Are we crack-brained too?"
Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
Memory's Mansion
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,
And I wander about them at will;
Idyll XXVIII. The Distaff
© Theocritus
Distaff, blithely whirling distaff, azure-eyed Athena's gift
To the sex the aim and object of whose lives is household thrift,
Seek with me the gorgeous city raised by Neilus, where a plain
Roof of pale-green rush o'er-arches Aphrodite's hallowed fane.
Lines On The Death Of Sir William Russel
© William Cowper
Doomed, as I am, in solitude to waste
The present moments, and regret the past,
Our Guests
© William Henry Ogilvie
We welcome you,
Our guests from o'er the sea!
Together flew
Our flags till the world was free ;
And now they shall fly for us while we ride
In our rival friendship side by side.
The Borough. Letter XVII: The Hospital And
© George Crabbe
Govenors
AN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,
The Song Of Hiawatha IX: Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,
