Wish poems

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Dion

© William Wordsworth

See Plutarch.

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I. W. To her Unconstant Lover

© Isabella Whitney

As close as you your wedding kept, yet now the truth I hear,Which you (ere now) might me have told -- what need you nay to swear?

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Working Class

© Warr Bertram

We have heard no nightingales singingin cool, dim lane, where eveningcomes like a procession through the aisles at passion-tide,filling the church with quiet prayer dressed in white

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The Castle of Indolence: Canto I

© James Thomson

The Castle hight of Indolence,And its false luxury;Where for a little time, alas!We liv'd right jollily.

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 6

© Alfred Tennyson

One writes, that "Other friends remain," That "Loss is common to the race"-- And common is the commonplace,And vacant chaff well meant for grain.

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 131

© Alfred Tennyson

O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock,Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure,

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]

© Alfred Tennyson

[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;

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My Muse

© Stevie Smith

My Muse sits forelornShe wishes she had not been bornShe sits in the coldNo word she says is ever told.

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Death of an Infant

© Sigourney Lydia Huntley

Death found strange beauty on that polish'd brow,And dash'd it out

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Astrophel and Stella: 84

© Sir Philip Sidney

High-way since you my chiefe Parnassus be,And that my Muse to some eares not vnsweet,Tempers her words to trampling horses feete,More oft then to a chamber melodie

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Astrophel and Stella: 10

© Sir Philip Sidney

Reason, in faith thou art well seru'd, that stillWouldst brabling be with sense and loue in me:I rather wisht thee clime the Muses hill,Or reach the fruite of Natures choisest tree,Or seeke heau'ns course, or heau'ns inside to see:Why shouldst thou toyle our thornie soile to till?Leaue sense, and those which senses objects be:Deale thou with powers of thoughts, leaue loue to wil

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Shakespeare's Sonnets: When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes

© William Shakespeare

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,I all alone beweep my out-cast stateAnd trouble deaf heav'n with my bootless cries,And look upon my self and curse my fate,Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess't,Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,Haply I think on thee, and then my state(Like to the lark at break of day arising)From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate, For thy sweet love rememb'red such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings

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Dream Song 11: His mother goes. The mother comes and goes

© John Berryman

His mother goes. The mother comes & goes.
Chen Lung's too came, came and crampt & then
that dragoner's mother was gone.
It seem we don't have no good bed to lie on,
forever. While he drawing his first breath,
while skinning his knees,