Life poems

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The Suburbs

© Humbert Wolfe

Because they are so many and the same,The little houses row on weary row;Because they are so loveless and so lameIt were a bitter thing to tell them so

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Ten Little Injuns

© Winner Septimus

Ten little Injuns standin' in a line,One toddled home and then there were nine;Nine little Injuns swingin' on a gate,One tumbled off and then there were eight.

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January 1, 1829

© Willis Nathaniel Parker

Winter is come again

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Solitude

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own

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An Order Prescribed, by Is. W., to two of her Younger Sisters Serving in London

© Isabella Whitney

Good sisters mine, when I shall further from you dwell,Peruse these lines, observe the rules which in the same I tell

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I. W. To her Unconstant Lover

© Isabella Whitney

As close as you your wedding kept, yet now the truth I hear,Which you (ere now) might me have told -- what need you nay to swear?

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The Admonition by the Author to all Young Gentlewomen: And to all other Maids being in Love

© Isabella Whitney

Ye Virgins, ye from Cupid's tents do bear away the foil,Whose hearts as yet with raging love most painfully do boil.

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Solomon Grundy

© Whitney Adeline Dutton Train

"Solomon GrundyBorn on Monday,Christened on Tuesday,Married on Wednesday,Sick on Thursday,Worse on Friday,Dead on Saturday,Buried on Sunday,This was the endOf Solomon Grundy."

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America

© Whitfield James Monroe

America , it is to thee,Thou boasted land of liberty, --It is to thee I raise my song,Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong

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Youth in Age

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

When younger women stand a breathing space Before their mirrors, with an inward smile At burnished hair or slender throat or wileOf dimpled chin, or nest a rose in laceAnd note how perfectly it mates the face, I, pallid, worn and hollow-templed, pile My heart with thoughts of secret triumphs, whileYoung hopes are mine, young bliss and youth's light pace

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At the Window

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.

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Oh Mother of a Mighty Race

© William Cullen Bryant

OH mother of a mighty race
Yet lovely in thy youthful grace!
The elder dames thy haughty peers
Admire and hate thy blooming years.
With words of shame 5
And taunts of scorn they join thy name.

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The Sparrow

© Albert Durrant Watson

A little meal of frozen cake, A little drink of snow,And when the sun is setting, A broad-eaved bungalow.

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The Drunkard's Child

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

He stood beside his dying child, With a dim and bloodshot eye;They'd won him from the haunts of vice To see his first-born die

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Aunt Chloe

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"

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The Study of a Spider

© Warren John Byrne Leicester

From holy flower to holy flowerThou weavest thine unhallowed bower

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Dithyramb

© Warren John Byrne Leicester

Sunbright ale is royal food,Jarring cups disloyal feud. I will cheer my soaking mood Till the orchards reel.

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Creation

© Warr Bertram

All the hours and hours and hours,All the days and days and daysThat the song within me bides its timeIn the caves of the eloquent ways.

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Albion's England

© William Warner

The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and king Adelbright in Diria jointly reign;In loyal concord during life these kingly friends remain