Sad poems

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The eyes of toads are great

© Blodgett E. D.

The eyes of toads are great wells of sadness: wheredo they gaze but into fate to see nothing there?

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N. W. 5 & N. 6

© John Betjeman

Red cliffs arise

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London II

© Bell Julian Heward

Emptiness unsatisfiedThe hollow wind shifts inside.So life is this? well, I shall tryA little longer: take my share;And then resume more native airAnd let this world of things go by.

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A Sestina of Memories

© Ball J. E.

When you were nine, and I was six years old,Do you remember how we wandered forth,Two small explorers, through the summer fields,With apple turnovers provisioned well,And trampled down the farmer's mowing grass,In haste to pluck the little red-stemmed rose?

And how the farmer in his fury roseWith hot red face, as ogres wore of old,And eyeing angrily his battered grass,With wingèd words he drove the culprits forth,And swore a whipping would be theirs as wellThe next time they profaned his sacred fields?

Regretfully we left those sunny fields(For there alone it grew, our longed-for rose),And sate us down beside a little wellThat bubbled up 'midst stonework grey and old,And watched the slow soft runlets spouting forth,To lose themselves amidst the spongy grass

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Patience

© Anonymous

Pacience is a poynt, Þa3 hit displese ofte

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The Fight at Montgomery's

© Anonymous

They have met -- that small band, resolved to be free,As the fierce winds of Heaven that course over the sea --They have met, in bright hope, with no presage of fear,Tho' the bugle and drum of the foeman they hear:Some seize the dread rifle, some wield the tall pike,For God and their country -- for Freedom they strike,No proud ensign of glory bespeaks their renown,Yet the scorn of defiance now darkens their frown

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Cleanness

© Anonymous

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge

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Bonnie James Campbell

© Anonymous

Hie upon Hielands, and laigh upon Tay,Bonnie George Campbell rode out on a day.

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Beowulf

© Anonymous

Hwæt

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As I Walked Out in the Streets of Laredo

© Anonymous

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,As I walked out in Laredo one day,I spied a poor cowboy wrapped up in white linen,Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.

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Songs Of The Season

© Alexander Bathgate

Bird in thy mossy nest
Cosily hid,
Bird in thy mossy nest
Young leaves amid;

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"The Undying One" - Canto III

© Caroline Norton

"I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!

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Eighteen Hundred and Sixty-Four

© Henry Kendall

I HEAR no footfall beating through the dark,
  A lonely gust is loitering at the pane;
There is no sound within these forests stark
  Beyond a splash or two of sullen rain;

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The Road

© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev

I stared at the unfolding road,
Beneath the shadow of grand oaks, -
Such a familiar old road,
Surrounded by flower fence.

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The Nuptials Of Attila

© George Meredith

Hatred of that abject slave,
Earth, was in each chieftain's heart.
Earth has got him, whom God gave,
Earth may sing, and earth shall smart!
Attila, my Attila!

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The Rancho In The Rain

© Henry Herbert Knibbs

The rabbit's ears are flattened and he's squattin' scared and still,

Ag'inst the dripping cedar; and the quail below the hill

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Her Portrait

© Francis Thompson

Oh, but the heavenly grammar did I hold

Of that high speech which angels' tongues turn gold!