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Uncontrolled

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The mighty forces of mysterious space

Are one by one subdued by lordly man.

Poor helpless blossom orphaned of the sun,
How could it thus brave winter's rude estate?
Oh love, more helpless, why bloom so late,
Now that the flower-time of the year is done?
Since thy dear course must end when scarce begun,
Nipped by the cold touch of relentless fate.

Unfolding the Flocks

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Shepherds, rise, and shake off sleep -

See the blushing morn doth peep

Unphilosophic

© Edgar Albert Guest

Let philosophers say that it's all for the best
No matter what happens awry,
I defy one to smile who spills pie on his vest,
Especially loose pumpkin pie.

Upon The Hour Glass

© John Bunyan

This glass, when made, was, by the workman's skill,

The sum of sixty minutes to fulfil.

Upon His Picture

© Thomas Randolph

When age hath made me what I am not now,

And every wrinkle tells me where the plow

Upon Seeing A Raffle For Addison's Works Unfill'd

© Mary Barber

Ye gentle Beaux, and thoughtless Belles,

Who gaily rove at Tunbridge--Wells,

Upon A Venerable Rival

© William Cowper

Full thirty frosts since thou wert young
Have chilled the withered grove,
Thou wretch! and hast thou lived so long,
Nor yet forgot to love?

Unchangeable Mother

© Edgar Albert Guest

Mothers never change, I guess,

In their tender thoughtfulness.

Unrisen Splendour Of The Brightest Sun

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,
To rise upon our darkness, if the star
Now beckoning thee out of thy misty throne
Could thaw the clouds which wage an obscure war
With thy young brightness!

Unstrung

© Ada Cambridge

My skies were blue, and my sun was bright,
And, with fingers tender and strong and light,
He woke up the music that slept before-
Echoing, echoing evermore!

Unnatural Love

© Allen Tate

Landor, not that I doubt your word,

That you had strove with none

Unsated Memory

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Emerging from deep sleep my eyes unseal
To a pursuing strangeness. O to be
Where but a moment past I was, though where
The place, the time I know not, only feel
Far from this banished and so shrunken me,
Struck conscious to the alien dawn's blank peer!

Unselfishness in Friendship

Lands, gold, and trifles many give or lend:
But he that stoops in fame is a rare friend;
In friendship's orbe thou art the brightest starre,
Before thy fame mine thou preferrest far.

Unfortunate

She will not care. She'll smile to see me come,
So that I think all Heaven in flower to fold me.
She'll give me all I ask, kiss me and hold me,
And open wide upon that holy air
The gates of peace, and take my tiredness home,
Kinder than God. But, heart, she will not care.

Une Gravure Fantastique (A Fantastic Engraving)

The horseman's flaming sword, as on they rush,
Fells victims that his steed has failed to crush,
And, like a prince inspecting his domain,
He scans the graveyard's limitless chill plain
Where, in a dull white sun's exhausted light,
Lies every race since man emerged from night.