Wish poems

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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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The Admonition by the Author to all Young Gentlewomen: And to all other Maids being in Love

© Isabella Whitney

Ye Virgins, ye from Cupid's tents do bear away the foil,Whose hearts as yet with raging love most painfully do boil.

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Aunt Chloe

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

1.1I remember, well remember,1.2 That dark and dreadful day,1.3When they whispered to me, "Chloe,1.4 Your children's sold away!"

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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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Albion's England

© William Warner

The Brutons thus departed hence, seven kingdoms here begun,--Where diversely in divers broils the Saxons lost and won,--King Edel and king Adelbright in Diria jointly reign;In loyal concord during life these kingly friends remain

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And Her Mother Came Too

© Titheradge Dion

I seem to be the victim of a cruel jest,It dogs my footsteps with the girl I love the best.She's just the sweetest thing that I have ever known,But still we never get the chance to be alone.

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A Poem, Addressed to the Lord Privy Seal, on the Prospect of Peace

© Thomas Tickell

To The Lord Privy SealContending kings, and fields of death, too long,Have been the subject of the British song

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Sonnets from the Portuguese i

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung


Of the sweet years the dear and wish'd-for years

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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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Lost Mistress

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

All's over, then: does truth sound bitter
As one at first believes?
Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter
About your cottage eaves!

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Locksley Hall Sixty Years After

© Alfred Tennyson

Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,

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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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© Alfred Tennyson

There lies a vale in Ida, lovelierThan all the valleys of Ionian hills

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What's the Good?

© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell

Well, I've done my bit o' scrappin', And I've done in quite a lot;Nicked 'em neatly wiv my bayonet, So I needn't waste a shot

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To Stretcher Bearers

© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell

Easy does it -- bit o' trench 'ere,Mind that blinkin' bit o' wire,There's a shell 'ole on your left there,Lift 'im up a little 'igher

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Nameless Pain

© Stoddard Elizabeth

I should be happy with my lot:A wife and mother -- is it notEnough for me to be content?What other blessing could be sent?