Imagination poems

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Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act II.

© George Gordon Byron

CHAMOIS HUNTER
No, no -- yet pause -- thou must not yet go forth:
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But whither?

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Aurora Leigh: Book Fifth

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning


  "A flower, a flower," exclaimed
My German student,-his own eyes full-blown
Bent on her. He was twenty, certainly.

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Angkor

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I
Out of the Forest into a terrible splendour
Of noon, the pinnacles of the temple--portals,
Stone Faces, immense in carven ruin
Above the trembling of giant trees emerge.

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Peter Bell The Third

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!
Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

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On Friendship

© Phillis Wheatley

Let amicitia in her ample reign

Extend her notes to a Celestial strain

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The Victories Of Love. Book II

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore


II
From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill

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Westward

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow

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The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First

© Mark Akenside

With what attractive charms this goodly frame

Of nature touches the consenting hearts

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Sonnet XLVIII. To Mrs. ****

© Charlotte Turner Smith

NO more my wearied soul attempts to stray
From sad reality and vain regret,
Nor courts enchanting fiction to allay
Sorrows that sense refuses to forget:

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Epilogue

© John Berryman

He died in December. He must descend
Somewhere, vague and cold, the spirit and seal.
Somewhere, Imagination one’s one friend
Cannot see there. Both of us at the end.
Nouns, verbs do not exist for what I feel.

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The Dead

© Charles Heavysege

How great unto the living seem the dead!

How sacred, solemn; how heroic grown;

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Lines: Written In 'Letters Of An Italian Nun And An English Gentleman'

© George Gordon Byron

'Away, away, your fleeting arts
May now betray some simpler hearts;
And you will smile at their believing,
And they shall weep at your deceiving.'

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Night

© Charles Churchill

AN EPISTLE TO ROBERT LLOYD.

  Contrarius evehor orbi.--OVID, Met. lib. ii.

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Private Eye Lettuce

© Richard Brautigan

Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,

the name and drawing of a detective

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Daniel. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus,  dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.

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This we Have Now

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi


This is not
grief or joy.

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Gebir

© Walter Savage Landor

FIRST BOOK.


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Dorchester Amphitheatre .

© John Kenyon

By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,

  Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,

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The Wonder-Working Magician - Act II

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

CYPRIAN.  Ever wrangling in this way,
How ye both my patience try!
Why can he not go?  Say why?

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The Rape Of Lucrece

© William Shakespeare

TO THE
RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY,
Earl of Southampton, and Baron of Tichfield.