Sad poems

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Living with myself

© KateZ

So alone my dear life
looking for error in my mind
no problem, only loneliness
but why so sad?

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The Emigrants: Book II

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to the North of the Weald of Sussex. Time, an Afternoon in April, 1793.


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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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Sonnet XLVII: To Fancy

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Thee, Queen of Shadows! -- shall I still invoke,

Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,

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Sonnet LXVII: On Passing over a Dreary Tract

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Swift fleet the billowy clouds along the sky,

Earth seems to shudder at the storm aghast;

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Sonnet III: To a Nightingale

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Poor melancholy bird---that all night long
Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe;
From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow,
And whence this mournful melody of song?

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To Virgil, Written at the Request of the Mantuans for the N

© Alfred Tennyson

Poet of the happy Tityrus
piping underneath his beechen bowers;
Poet of the poet-satyr
whom the laughing shepherd bound with flowers;

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83. Dip down upon the northern shore

© Alfred Tennyson

O thou new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 5. Sometimes I Hold it half a Sin

© Alfred Tennyson

I sometimes hold it half a sin

To put in words the grief I feel;

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 121. Sad Hesper o'er the buried sun

© Alfred Tennyson

The market boat is on the stream,
And voices hail it from the brink;
Thou hear'st the village hammer clink,
And see'st the moving of the team.

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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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Restless Leg Syndrome

© James Tate

After the burial

we returned to our units

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Like A Scarf

© James Tate

The directions to the lunatic asylum were confusing,

more likely they were the random associations

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The Lotus

© Rabindranath Tagore

On the day when the lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying,

and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded.

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A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty

© Edmund Spenser

Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought,

Through contemplation of those goodly sights,

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Sonnet XXXI: With How Sad Steps, O Moon

© Sir Philip Sidney

With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies!

How silently, and with how wan a face!

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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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The Flight of Love

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

WHEN the lamp is shatter'd


The light in the dust lies dead¡ª

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I Cry

© Tupac Shakur

Sometimes when I'm alone


I Cry,

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Rubaiyat

© Tanwir Phool

Jo lamHa guzartaa hai who keya detaa hai?
Dauraaniya-e-zeest bataa detaa hai
Aie Phool ! ghaTaa umr se ik aur baras
Jaataa huwaa har saal sadaa detaa hai