All Poems

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Nymphs And Shepherds

© Thomas Shadwell

Nymphs and shepherds, come away.

In the groves let's sport and play,

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Love's Phantom

© Robert Fuller Murray

Whene'er I try to read a book,
  Across the page your face will look,
  And then I neither know nor care
  What sense the printed words may bear.

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She Mothered Five

© Edgar Albert Guest

She mothered five!

Night after night she watched a little bed,

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Under A Stagnant Sky

© William Ernest Henley

O Death!  O Change!  O Time!
Without you, O, the insuperable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual Yesterdays!

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A Song For The Time

© John Greenleaf Whittier

UP, laggards of Freedom! — our free flag is cast
To the blaze of the sun and the wings of the blast;
Will ye turn from a struggle so bravely begun,
From a foe that is breaking, a field that's half won?

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The Poet Laberius

© Oliver Goldsmith

PART OF A PROLOGUE WRITTEN AND SPOKEN BY THE POET LABERIUS

A ROMAN KNIGHT, WHOM CAESAR FORCED UPON THE STAGE

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Parting

© Edith Nesbit

WHEN hides the sun behind a bank of cloud,

  Though well we know the sun is shining still,

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The Dream Of Dread

© Madison Julius Cawein

I have lain for an hour or twain
  Awake, and the tempest is beating
  On the roof, and the sleet on the pane,
  And the winds are three enemies meeting;
  And I listen and hear it again,
  My name, in the silence, repeating.

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To A Blaze" by William Wordsworth">"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"

© William Wordsworth

By Moscow self-devoted to a blaze

Of dreadful sacrifice, by Russian blood

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The Scarecrow

© Khalil Gibran

Once I said to a scarecrow, "You must be tired of standing in this

lonely field."

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An Onset

© James Clerk Maxwell

Hallo ye, my fellows! arise and advance,

See the white-crested waves how they stamp and they dance!

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The Higher Education

© Franklin Pierce Adams

(Harvard's prestige in football is a leading factor. The best players in the leading preparatory schools prefer to study at Cambridge, where they can earn fame on the gridiron. They do not care to be identified with Yale and Princeton.-JOE VILA in the Evening Sun.)

"Father," began the growing youth,

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An Anniversary

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

O LOVE, it is our wedding day!
This morn,--how swift the seasons flee!--
A virgin morn of cloudless May,
You gave your loyal hand to me,
Your dainty hand, clasped sweet and sure
As Love's sweet self, for evermore!

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Idyll XVIII. The Bridal of Helen

© Theocritus

  "As peers the nascent Morning
  Over thy shades, O Night,
  When Winter disenchains the land,
  And Spring goes forth in white:
  So Helen shone above us,
  All loveliness and light.

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A Chicot

© Muriel Stuart

IN days of ancient history
Who were you? Tell me if you know.
Between your kisses answer me
To-night, Chicot.

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A Bunch Of Trout-Flies

© Henry Van Dyke


Here's a half-a-dozen flies,
Just about the proper size
For the trout of Dickey's Run,—
Luck go with them every one!

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Psalm of the Day

© Emily Dickinson

A something in a summer's Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

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To Chloe, Courting Her For His Friend

© Richard Lovelace

  I.
Chloe, behold! againe I bowe:
Againe possest, againe I woe;
  From my heat hath taken fire

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A Childhood

© Stephen Spender

In what purity of pleasure
You danced alone like a peasant
For the stamping joy's own sake!