All Poems

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For The Sister’s Album

© John Kenyon

Soft lays, that dwell on lips and eyes.

  Long since with me have had their day;

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Lines On Marle Field

© James Thomson

What is the task that to the muse belongs?
What but to deck in her harmonious songs
The beauteous works of nature and of art,
Rural retreats that cheer the heavy heart?

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The Sweet Hussy

© Thomas Hardy

In his early days he was quite surprised

When she told him she was compromised

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Committee Meetings

© Edgar Albert Guest

For this and that and various things

  It seems that men must get together,

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At Sea

© Ada Cambridge


 Not only in the sylvan bower,
 On dreaming hill, by sleeping mere,

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How Much Fortunatus Could Do With A Cap

© Guy Wetmore Carryl


  And The Moral is easily said:
  Like our hero, you're certain to find,
  When such a cap goes on a head,
  Retribution will follow behind!

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The Faithful One

© Franz Werfel

So many play with you,

You play with the many,

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Ps 67

© Thomas Parnell

Have mercy mercy Lord on us

& grant thy blessed grace

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Tolerance

© Thomas Hardy

'It is a foolish thing,' said I,
'To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do, I know not why!'

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Architecture

© Zbigniew Herbert

you are there
architecture
art of fantasy and stone

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A Prayer

© Albert Durrant Watson

O THOU whose finger-tips,
  From out the unveiled universe around,
  Can touch my human lips
With harmonies beyond the range of sound;

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The Clematis

© Alexander Bathgate

Fair crown of stars of purest ray,
  Hung aloft on Mapau tree,
What floral beauties ye display,
  Stars of snowy purity;
Around the dark-leaved mapau's head
Unsullied garlands ye have spread.

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The Eighth Olympic Ode Of Pindar

© Henry James Pye

To Alcimedon, on his Olympic Victory; Timosthenes, on his Nemean Victory; and Melesias, their Preceptor. ARGUMENT. Though this is called an Olympic Ode, the Poet does not confine himself to Alcimedon, who won the Prize in those Games, but celebrates his Brother Timosthenes, for his success at Nemea, and Melesias, their Instructor. The Ode opens with an invocation to the place where the Games were held. Pindar then, after praising Timosthenes for his early victory in the Nemean Games, mentions Alcimedon, and extols him for his dexterity and strength, his beauty, and his country Ægina; which he celebrates for it's hospitality, and for it's being under the government of the Dorians after the death of Æacus; on whom he has a long digression, giving an account of his assisting the Gods in the building of Troy. Then returning to his subject, he mentions Melesias as skilled himself in the Athletic Exercises, and therefore proper to instruct others; and, enumerating his Triumphs, congratulates him on the success of his Pupil Alcimedon; which, he says, will not only give satisfaction to his living Relations, but will delight the Ghosts of those deceased. The Poet then concludes with a wish for the prosperity of him and his family.

STROPHE I.

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Hymn To God's Power

© James Thomson

Hail! Power Divine, who by thy sole command,
  From the dark empty space,
Made the broad sea and solid land
  Smile with a heavenly grace.

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Composed After A Journey Across The Hambleton Hills, Yorkshire

© William Wordsworth

DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell;
The wished-for point was reached--but at an hour
When little could be gained from that rich dower
Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell.

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A Utilitarian View Of The Monitor's Fight

© Herman Melville

War shall yet be, and to the end;
  But war-paint shows the streaks of weather;
War yet shall be, but the warriors
Are now but operatives; War's made
  Less grand than Peace,
  And a singe runs through lace and feather.

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The Cage

© David Gascoyne

In the waking night
The forests have stopped growing
The shells are listening
The shadows in the pools turn grey
The pearls dissolve in the shadow
And I return to you

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By The Sea.

© Robert Crawford

The heat is on the sea, and Noon
Has hushed the sounds upon the shore;
There is a silence evermore
That with the heart is so in tune

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The Cross

© John Greenleaf Whittier

"The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee;"
So, moved of old time for our sake,
The holy monk of Kempen spake.

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To Ben Jonson Upon Occasion Of His Ode Of Defiance Annexed

© Thomas Carew

'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand

  Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand