Poems begining by I
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Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;
Cinquecent' anni giá sull' Arno pianto
If Only
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If I might only love my God and die!
But now He bids me love Him and live on,
II: And As I Mused On All We Call Our Own
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
And as I mused on all we call our own,
And (in the words their passionate hope had taught
I Remember, I Remember
© Franklin Pierce Adams
I remember, I remember-
And with a mirthless laugh-
My weekly board at college took
A jump to three and a half.
I've Lived To See Desire Vanish
© Alexander Pushkin
Ive lived to see desire vanish,
With hope Ive slowly come to part,
And I am left with only anguish,
The fruit of emptiness at heart.
I Have No Use For Odic Legions
© Anna Akhmatova
I have no use for odic legions,
Or for the charm of elegiac play
For me, all verse should be off kilter
Not the usual way.
If He were livingdare I ask
© Emily Dickinson
If He were livingdare I ask
And how if He be dead
And so around the Words I went
Of meeting themafraid
In The Desert
© Ernest Favenc
A cloudless sky oerhead, and all around
The level country stretching like a sea
A dull grey sea, that had no seeming bound,
The very semblance of eternity.
If
© William Dean Howells
Yes, death is at the bottom of the cup,
And every one that lives must drink it up;
And yet between the sparkle at the top
And the black lees where lurks the bitter drop,
There swims enough good liquor, Heaven knows,
To ease our hearts of all their other woes.
Invocation
© Herman Melville
Who with wine in him fears? who thinks of his
cares?
Who sighs to be wise, when wine in him flares?
Water sinks down below, in currents full slow;
But wine mounts on high with its genial glow:--
Welling up, till the brain overflow!
Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
'Twas the dream of a God,
And the mould of His hand,
That you shook 'neath His stroke,
That you trembled and broke
In Possum Land
© Henry Lawson
In Possum Land the nights are fair,
The streams are fresh and clear;
No dust is in the moonlit air;
No traffic jars the ear.
In Durance
© Ezra Pound
(1907)
1 am homesick after mine own kind,
Oh I know that there are folk about me, friendly faces,
But I am homesick after mine own kind.
I Dreamt Of Robin
© John Clare
I opened the casement this morn at starlight,
And, the moment I got out of bed,
If I Had A Brontosaurus
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
If I had a brontosaurus
I would name him Morris or Horace;
But if suddenly one day he had a lot of little brontosauri
I would change his name to Laurie.
In The Harbour: Four By The Clock
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Four by the clock! and yet not day;
But the great world rolls and wheels away,
With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,
Into the dawn that is to be!
In Memoriam 131: O Living Will That Shalt Endure
© Alfred Tennyson
O living will that shalt endure
When all that seems shall suffer shock,
Rise in the spiritual rock,
Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,
Individuality
© Ada Cambridge
Break out, O brother, braver than the rest,
Lover of Liberty, whose arm is strong!
Buttress our independence with thy breast,
And fight a passage through the stagnant throng.
Many will press behind thee, but they need
The stalwart captain, not afraid to lead.
If I Had Youth
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I had youth I'd bid the world to try me;
I'd answer every challenge to my will.
Indiscretion
© Edith Nesbit
RED tulip-buds last night caressed
The sacred ivory of her breast.
She met me, eager to divine
What gold-heart bud of hope was mine.
