All Poems

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Die Schlimmste Frau

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing

Die Weiber koennen nichts als plagen.
Der Satz sagt viel und ist nicht neu.
Doch, Freunde, koennt ihr mir nicht sagen,
Welch Weib das schlimmste sei?

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To Thomas Clarkson

© William Wordsworth

ON THE FINAL PASSING OF THE BILL FOR THE ABOLITION OF THE SLAVE TRADE
MARCH 1807
CLARKSON! it was an obstinate hill to climb:
How toilsome--nay, how dire--it was, by thee

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Edward

© Caroline Norton

HEAVY is my trembling heart, mine own love, my dearest,
Heavy as the hearts whose love is poured in vain;
All the bright day I watch till thou appearest,
All the long night I dream of thee again.

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The Rambo-Tree

© James Whitcomb Riley

  _For just two truant lads like we_,
  _When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
  _There's enough for you and enough for me_--
  _It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_.

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Waves

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

ALL day the waves assailed the rock,
  I heard no church-bell chime;
The sea-beat scorns the minster clock
  And breaks the glass of Time.

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Nature's Hymn to the Deity

© John Clare

All nature owns with one accord

The great and universal Lord:

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Caged Skylark

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

As a dare-gale skylark scanted in a dull cage
  Man’s mounting spirit in his bone-house, mean house,
  dwells–
  That bird beyond the remembering his free fells;
This in drudgery, day-labouring-out life’s age.

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Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son

© Sir Philip Sidney

Morpheus the lively son of deadly sleep,
Witness of life to them that living die,
A prophet oft, and oft an history,
A poet eke, as humors fly or creep,

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The Golden Light

© Sri Aurobindo

Thy golden Light came down into my brain
And the grey rooms of mind sun-touched became
A bright reply to Wisdom's occult plane,
A calm illumination and a flame.

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Thunder At Midnight

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AT midnight wakening, through my startled brain
The sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain;
I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. Overhead
In one long, loud, reverberant peal of dread,

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At the Desk

© Theodor Storm

I spent the entire day in official details;
And it almost pulled me down like the others:
I felt that tiny insane voluptuousness,
Getting this done, finally finishing that.

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The Sleep of Sigismund

© Jean Ingelow

The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.

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In Praise Of Truth And Simplicity In Song

© Eugene Field

Oh, for the honest, blithesome times

  Of bosky Sherwood long ago,

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Melodies

© Harriet Monroe

The patter of a baby's feet

Upon the floor,

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Airs For The Lute

© Arthur Symons

All, that hands upon the lute
Helped the voices to declare,
Voices mute
But for this, might I not share,
If, alas, I could but suit-
Hand and voice unto the lute!

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None Other Lamb

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other hope in Heav’n or earth or sea,
None other hiding place from guilt and shame,
None beside Thee!

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The Poem Speaks

© Franklin Pierce Adams


Poet, ere you write me,
  Stem the flowing ink;
Or that you indite me
  Pause upon the brink.

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Sonnet 7

© Richard Barnfield

Sweet Thames I honour thee, not for thou art

The chiefest Riuer of the fairest Ile,

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Boadicea. An Ode

© William Cowper

When the British warrior queen, 

  Bleeding from the Roman rods, 

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Haymaking

© Katharine Tynan

Aye, sure, it does always be rainin'

  An' the hay lyin' out in the wet,