Wish poems

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Here Lies Poor Nick

© Smith Sydney

Here lies poor Nick, an honest creature,Of faithful, gentle, courteous nature;A parlour pet unspoil'd by favour,A pattern of good dog behaviour

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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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Dear Muse

© Stevie Smith

Dear Muse, the happy hours we have spent together

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The Wish of the Weary Woman

© Sigourney Lydia Huntley

A form there was, still spared by timeTill the slow century fill'd its prime;Stretch'd on its bed, with half-closed eyeIt mark'd uncertain shades flit by;Nor scarce the varied world of soundTo the seal'd ear admittance found;While the worn brow, in wrinkles dark,Seem'd like the gnarl'd oak's roughen'd bark

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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: Eight Song

© Sir Philip Sidney

In a groue most rich of shade,Where birds wanton musicke made,May then yong his pide weedes showing,New perfumed with flowers fresh growing, Astrophel with Stella sweete,Did for mutuall comfort meet,Both within themselues oppressed,But each in the other blessed

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Astrophel and Stella: 106

© Sir Philip Sidney

O absent presence Stella is not here;False flattering hope, that with so faire a face,Bare me in hand, that in this Orphane place,Stella, I say my Stella, should appeare

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Astrophel and Stella: 90

© Sir Philip Sidney

Stella, thinke not that I by verse seeke fame,Who seeke, who hope; who loue, who liue but thee;Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history:If thou praise not, all other praise is shame

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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: Who ever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will

© William Shakespeare

Who ever hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,And Will to boot, and Will in over-plus,More than enough am I that vex thee still,To thy sweet will making addition thus

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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,