Morning poems

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Prayers To Lord Murugan

© A. K. Ramanujan



Lord of new arrivals
lovers and rivals:

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The Emigrants: Book I

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on the Cliffs to the Eastward of the Town of

Brighthelmstone in Sussex. Time, a Morning in November, 1792.

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Among Those Killed In The Dawn Raid Was A Man Aged A Hundred

© Dylan Thomas

When the morning was waking over the war

He put on his clothes and stepped out and he died,

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Memoriam A. H. H.: 72. Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again

© Alfred Tennyson

Who might'st have heaved a windless flame
Up the deep East, or, whispering, play'd
A chequer-work of beam and shade
Along the hills, yet look'd the same.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 7. Dark house, by which once more I s

© Alfred Tennyson

Dark house, by which once more I stand

Here in the long unlovely street,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6. One writes, that Other Friends Rem

© Alfred Tennyson

O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,--while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131. O living will that shalt endure

© Alfred Tennyson

O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.

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Come Into The Garden, Maud

© Alfred Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

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Come Into the Garde, Maud

© Alfred Tennyson

Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.

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Alfred Lord Tennyson - The Coming Of Arthur

© Alfred Tennyson

Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fair daughter, and none other child;
And she was the fairest of all flesh on earth,
Guinevere, and in her his one delight.

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The Wrong Way Home

© James Tate

All night a door floated down the river.

It tried to remember little incidents of pleasure

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A Description of the Morning

© Jonathan Swift

Now hardly here and there a hackney-coach

Appearing, show'd the ruddy morn's approach.

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This Strangeness in My Life

© Ruth Stone

It is so hard to see where it is,


but it is there even in the morning

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The Land of Nod

© Robert Louis Stevenson

From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

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The Comedian As The Letter C

© Wallace Stevens

379 Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
380 With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
381 No, no: veracious page on page, exact.

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God's Judgment on a Wicked Bishop

© Robert Southey

The summer and autumn had been so wet,
That in winter the corn was growing yet,
'Twas a piteous sight to see all around
The grain lie rotting on the ground.

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Jubilate Agno (excerpt)

© Christopher Smart

For I will consider my Cat Jeoffry.

For he is the servant of the Living God duly and daily serving him.

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Astrophel and Stella

© Sir Philip Sidney


Doubt you to whom my Muse these notes entendeth,
Which now my breast, surcharg'd, to musick lendeth!
To you, to you, all song of praise is due,
Only in you my song begins and endeth.

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Written among the Euganean Hills North Italy

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

MANY a green isle needs must be


In the deep wide sea of Misery,

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Hymn to the Spirit of Nature

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

LIFE of Life! thy lips enkindle
With their love the breath between them;
And thy smiles before they dwindle
Make the cold air fire: then screen them
In those locks where whoso gazes 5
Faints entangled in their mazes.