Men poems

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Astrophel and Stella: Fift Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

While fauour fed my hope, delight with hope was brought,Thought waited on delight, and speech did follow thought:Then grew my tongue and pen records vnto thy glorie:I thought all words were lost, that were not spent of thee:I thought each place was darke but where thy lights would be,And all eares worse then deafe, that heard not out thy storie

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Astrophel and Stella: 81

© Sir Philip Sidney

O kisse, which doest those ruddy gemmes impart,Or gemmes, or frutes of new-found Paradise,Beathing all blisse and sweetning to the heart,Teaching dumbe lips a nobler exercise

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Astrophel and Stella: 58

© Sir Philip Sidney

Doubt there hath bene when with his golden chaine,The Oratour so farre mens harts doth bind,That no pace else their guided steps can find,But as he them more short or slack doth raine

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view

© William Shakespeare

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth viewWant nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,Utt'ring bare truth, ev'n so as foes commend

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Dream Song 109: She mentioned 'worthless' and he took it in

© John Berryman

She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in,
degraded Henry, at the ebb of love—
O at the end of love—
in undershorts, with visitors, whereof
we can say their childlessness is ending. Love
finally took over,

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: So oft have I invok'd thee for my muse

© William Shakespeare

So oft have I invok'd thee for my museAnd found such fair assistance in my verse,As every alien pen hath got my useAnd under thee their poesy disperse

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: If there be nothing new, but that which is

© William Shakespeare

If there be nothing new but that which is,Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,Which lab'ring for invention bear amissThe second burthen of a former child?Oh that record could with a back-ward look,Ev'n of five hundreth courses of the sun,Show me your image in some antique book,Since mind at first in character was done,That I might see what the old world could sayTo this composèd wonder of your frame,Whether we're mended, or whe'er better they,Or whether revolution be the same! Oh sure I am the wits of former days To subjects worse have giv'n admiring praise

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth

© William Shakespeare

Alack, what poverty my muse brings forth,That having such a scope to show her prideThe argument all bare is of more worthThan when it hath my added praise beside

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A New Profession

© Seaman Owen

My hopeless boy! when I compare (Claiming a father's right to do so)Your hollow brain, your vacuous air,With all the time, and wealth and care Lavished upon your mental trousseau;

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To Certain Friends

© Scott Francis Reginald

I see my friends now standing about me, bemused,Eyeing me dubiously as I pursue my course,Clutching their little less that is world's away.

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Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

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Inaugural Poem

© Maya Angelou

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.

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Icon !

© Majeed Amjad

Where is she … ?!


That girl who stood on these ramparts years ago

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The Iceberg

© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

I was spawned from the glacier,A thousand miles due northBeyond Cape Chidley;And the spawning,When my vast, wallowing bulk went under,Emerged and heaved aloft,Shaking down cataracts from its rocking sides,With mountainous surge and thunderOutraged the silence of the Arctic sea

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The Departing of Gluskâp

© Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

It is so long ago; and men well-nighForget what gladness was, and how the earthGave corn in plenty, and the rivers fish,And the woods meat, before he went away.His going was on this wise.

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White Flock

© Anna Akhmatova

Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html

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Stones from Ashbourn Churchyard

© Reibetanz John

Jesse Quantrill, MillerThe toll taken, the grist drest:Here the bran, the flour with Christ.

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Stans Puer ad Mensam

© Raleigh Walter Alexander

Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from meHow boys at dinner may behave With due propriety.