All Poems

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Splendidis longum valedico Nugis

© Sir Philip Sidney

Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust,
And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things!
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust:
Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.

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Used-Up Joe

© Henry Clay Work

Brudder Gabriel, blow! I am ready to go;
 I am tired ob dis long delay.
You've de wicked to warn; better look for yer horn,-
 Fer things will meander away.

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Astrophel and Stella XXIII

© Sir Philip Sidney

The curious wits, seeing dull pensivenessBewray itself in my long-settl'd eyes,Whence those same fumes of melancholy rise,With idle pains and missing aim do guess

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Sapientia Lunae

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

The wisdom of the world said unto me:
  "_Go forth and run, the race is to the brave;
  Perchance some honour tarrieth for thee!_"
  "As tarrieth," I said, "for sure, the grave."
  For I had pondered on a rune of roses,
  Which to her votaries the moon discloses.

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What Best I See In Thee

© Walt Whitman

WHAT best I see in thee,

Is not that where thou mov'st down history's great highways,

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Sonnet XVIII: With What Sharp Checks

© Sir Philip Sidney

With what sharp checks I in myself am shent,
When into Reason's audit I do go:
And by just counts myself a bankrupt know
Of all the goods, which heav'n to me hath lent:

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The Dead Player: In Memory Of Dudley Digges

© Padraic Colum

THE candles lighted and the figure prone
Announce this to you: they are laid aside,
The noble, whimsical and pathetic roles,
Disanimated, not to be resumed!

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Sonnet XXII: In Highest Way of Heav'n

© Sir Philip Sidney

In highest way of heav'n the Sun did ride,
Progressing then from fair twins' golden place:
Having no scarf of clouds before his face,
But shining forth of heat in his chief pride;

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His Lady Of The Sonnets VI

© Robert Norwood

And I have trembled with those ancient stars,
My heart has known the flame-winged seraphs' song;
For no indifferent, dreamy eyelid bars
Me from the blue, nor veils with lashes long
Your love, that to my tender gazing grows
Bold to confess it: I am glad he knows!

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Sonnet XCII: Be Your Words Made

© Sir Philip Sidney

Be your words made, good sir, of Indian ware,
That you allow me them by so small rate?
Or do you cutted Spartans imitate?
Or do you mean my tender ears to spare,

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Unrecorded

© Lucy Maud Montgomery

Ere over him too darkly lay
The prophet shadow of Calvary,
I think he talked in very truth
With the innocent gayety of youth,
Laughing upon some festal day,
Gently, with sinless boyhood's glee.

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Sonnet IV: Virtue, Alas

© Sir Philip Sidney

Virtue, alas, now let me take some rest.
Thou set'st a bate between my soul and wit.
If vain love have my simple soul oppress'd,
Leave what thou likest not, deal not thou with it.

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The Mountains—grow unnoticed

© Emily Dickinson

The Mountains—grow unnoticed—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt—Exhaustion—
Assistance—or Applause—

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Sonnet XIV: Alas, Have I Not

© Sir Philip Sidney

Alas, have I not pain enough, my friend,
Upon whose breast a fiercer gripe doth tire,
Than did on him who first stole down the fire,
While Love on me doth all his quiver spend,

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Sonnet XIII: Phoebus Was Judge

© Sir Philip Sidney

Phoebus was judge between Jove, Mars, and Love,
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were:
Jove's golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Whose talons held young Ganymede above:

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The Moralists

© Yvor Winters

You would extend the mind beyond the act,

Furious, bending, suffering in thin

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The Passing of the Elder Bards

© William Wordsworth

THE MIGHTY Minstrel breathes no longer,
Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;
And death upon the braes of Yarrow
Has closed the Shepherd-poet’s eyes:

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You Gote-heard Gods

© Sir Philip Sidney

You Gote-heard Gods, that loue the grassie mountaines,
You Nimphes that haunt the springs in pleasant vallies,
You Satyrs ioyde with free and quiet forests,
Vouchsafe your silent eares to playning musique,
Which to my woes giues still an early morning;
And drawes the dolor on till wery euening.

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The Third Satire Of Dr. John Donne

© Thomas Parnell

Compassion checks my spleen, yet Scorn denies
The tears a passage thro' my swelling eyes;
To laugh or weep at sins, might idly show,
Unheedful passion, or unfruitful woe.
Satyr! arise, and try thy sharper ways,
If ever Satyr cur'd an old disease.

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Sonnet XIX: On Cupid's Bow

© Sir Philip Sidney

On Cupid's bow how are my heartstrings bent,
That see my wrack, and yet embrace the same?
When most I glory, then I feel most shame:
I willing run, yet while I run, repent.