War poems

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Shut Not Your Doors, andc

© Walt Whitman

SHUT not your doors to me, proud libraries,

For that which was lacking on all your well-fill’d shelves, yet needed most, I bring;

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Verses on Sir Joshua Reynold's Painted Window at New College, Oxford

© Thomas Warton

Reynolds, 'tis thine, from the broad window's height,
To add new lustre to religious light:
Not of its pomp to strip this ancient shrine,
But bid that pomp with purer radiance shine:
With arts unknown before, to reconcile
The willing Graces to the Gothic pile.

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On King Arthur's Round Table at Winchester

© Thomas Warton

Where Venta's Norman castle still uprears

Its rafter'd hall, that o'er the grassy foss,

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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 XLIV: Press'd by the Moon

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress of tides,

While the loud equinox its power combines,

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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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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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Song of the Lotos-Eaters

© Alfred Tennyson

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls


Than petals from blown roses on the grass,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 95. By night we linger'd on the lawn

© Alfred Tennyson

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 39. Old warder of these buried bones

© Alfred Tennyson

Old warder of these buried bones,

And answering now my random stroke

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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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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105. To-night ungather'd let us leave

© Alfred Tennyson

Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.

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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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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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Spring Beauties

© Ruth Stone

The abandoned campus,


empty brick buildings and early June

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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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Astrophel and Stella: XXXIX

© Sir Philip Sidney

Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,

The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,

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Astrophel and Stella: XCII

© Sir Philip Sidney

Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,

That you allow me them by so small rate?

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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.