Wish poems
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Nothin' To Say
© James Whitcomb Riley
Nothin' to say, my daughter! Nothin' at all to say!
Gyrls that's in love, I've noticed, ginerly has their way!
Yer mother did, afore you, when her folks objected to me--
Yit here I am, and here you air; and yer mother--where is she?
The four Monarchyes, the Assyrian being the first, beginning under Nimrod, 131. Years after the Floo
© Anne Bradstreet
When time was young, & World in Infancy,
Man did not proudly strive for Soveraignty:
Cousin Robert
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O COUSIN Robert, far away
Among the lands of gold,
How many years since we two met?--
You would not like it told.
The Task : Complete
© William Cowper
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
On The Same (On Receiving A Crown Of Ivy From Keats)
© James Henry Leigh Hunt
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind,
Thus to be topped with leaves; -- to have a sense
Of honour-shaded thought,-- an influence
As from great nature's fingers, and be twined
Carmen Seculare. For the Year 1700. To The King
© Matthew Prior
Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast
Into the long Records of Ages past:
To The P.R.B.
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Woolner and Stephens, Collinson, Millais,
And my first brother, each and every one,
Love In Disguise
© Thomas Parnell
To stifle Passion is no easy Thing,
A Heart in Love is always on the Wing;
A Child's Garden
© Rudyard Kipling
Now there is nothing wrong with me
Except - I think it's called T.B.
And that is why I have to lay
Out in the garden all the day.
Daylight Dreamer
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Here's the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December
Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember
Here's my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play
That's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
Amours De Voyage, Canto III
© Arthur Hugh Clough
- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
How A Princess Was Wooed From Habitual Sadness
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
In days of old the King of Saxe
Had singular opinions,
The Departure. AN ELEGY.
© Henry King
VVere I to leave no more then a good friend,
Or but to hear the summons to my end,
(Which I have long'd for) I could then with ease
Attire my grief in words, and so appease
Sonnet XXXVI.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his way,
Rest for a moment of the sultry hours,
And though his path through thorns and roughness lay,
Pluck the wild rose, or woodbine's gadding flowers,
Excelsior
© Francis William Bourdillon
If one should strive to reach a star,
He would not build a ladder high,
Seek foot by foot to climb so far,
And step by step ascend the sky;
On Lucy, Countess of Bedford
© Benjamin Jonson
This morning, timely rapt with holy fire,
I thought to form unto my zealous Muse
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus
© Henry King
---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Clo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.
On The Death Of His Mother
© James Thomson
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,
Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;
