Pet poems

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius

© Robert Browning

  Thus
Would I defend the step,—were the thing true
Which is a fable,—see my former speech,—
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.

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Orlando Furioso Canto 22

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight

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Latest Views Of Mr. Biglow

© James Russell Lowell

Ef I a song or two could make

  Like rockets druv by their own burnin',

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Metamorphoses: Book The Twelfth

© Ovid

 The End of the Twelfth Book.


 Translated into English verse under the direction of
 Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
 William Congreve and other eminent hands

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Awake O! Prince Of Braj

© Sant Surdas

Awake, Krishna,

awake the lotus-petals

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A Christmas Lyric

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THO' the Earth with age seems whitened,
And her tresses hoary and old
No longer are flushed mad brightened
By glintings of brown or gold,

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The Rose And The Fern

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

LADY, life's sweetest lesson wouldst thou learn,
Come thou with me to Love's enchanted bower
High overhead the trellised roses burn;
Beneath thy feet behold the feathery fern,--
A leaf without a flower.

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A L’Hirondelle

© André Marie de Chénier

Fille de Pandion, ô jeune Athénienne,

  La cigale est ta proie, hirondelle inhumaine,

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Lovers

© Arthur Henry Adams

I thought, because we had been friends so long,


That I knew all your dear lips dared intend

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Epistle (Upon his arrival at his estate in Geneva)

© Voltaire

Now hostile Crowds Geneva's Tow'rs assail,
They march in secret, and by Night they scale;
The Goddess comes--they vanish from the Wall,
Their Launces shiver, and their Heros fall,
For Fraud can ne'er elude, nor Force withstand
The Stroke of Liberty's victorious Hand.

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Evening. By a Tailor

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Day hath put on his jacket, and around

His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.

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The Almack’s Adieu

© William Makepeace Thackeray

Your Fanny was never false-hearted,

 And this she protests and she vows,

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Butterflies

© Alfred Noyes

  Where were all the butterflies
  When the skies
  Clouded and their bowers of clover
  Bowed beneath the golden shower?
  Every flower
  Shook and the rose was brimming over.

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Gitanjali

© Rabindranath Tagore

1.

Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.

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Saint Peter

© George MacDonald

O Peter, wherefore didst thou doubt?

Indeed the spray flew fast about,

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Queen-Anne's-Lace

© William Carlos Williams

Her body is not so white as

anemone petals nor so smooth-nor

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The Lonely Woman

© Mabel Forrest

WHERE the ironbarks are hanging leaves disconsolate and pale,  

Where the wild vines o’er the ranges their spilt cream of blossom trail,  

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Olney Hymn 62: Dependence

© William Cowper

To keep the lamp alive,
With oil we fill the bowl;
'Tis water makes the willow thrive,
And grace that feeds the soul.

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Bayonet Song

© Sydney Thompson Dobell


For till you show me the Sacred Word
I'm for Peter and his good sword,
Only I hope if we'd drilled him here
He'd not have missed the head for the ear.

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Dance Of The Seasons

© Harriet Monroe

I—Spring

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