All Poems

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The Turk In Armenia

© William Watson

What profits it, O England, to prevail

  In camp and mart and council, and bestrew

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The Spirit Of The Age

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

A wondrous light is filling the air,

And rimming the clouds of the old despair;

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Chloe

© Edith Nesbit

NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.

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On The Slaughter

© Hayyim Nahman Bialik

Heaven, beg mercy for me!  If there is

a God in you, a pathway through

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Har Qaum Raast Raahay

© Amir Khusro

Every sect has a faith, a direction (Qibla) to which they turn,
I have turned my face towards the crooked cap (of Nizamudin Aulia)
The whole world worships something or the other,
Some look for God in Mecca, while some go to Kashi (Banaras),
So why can’t I, Oh wise people, fall into my beloved’s feet?
Every sect has a faith, a Qibla.

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"A Noted Traveler"

© James Whitcomb Riley

Even in such a scene of senseless play

The children were surprised one summer-day

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Things Do Come Round

© William Barnes

Above the leafless hazzle-wride

  The wind-drove raïn did quickly vall,

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The Planting

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

PLANT it safe and sure, my child,
Then cease watching and cease weeping;
You have done your utmost part:
Leave it with a quiet heart:
It will grow while you are sleeping.

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The Aungelys Song Within.

© Thomas Hoccleve

Al worshippe, wisdam, welthe and worthinesse,  All bounte, beawte, ioye and blisfulheed,All honure, vertue, and alle myghtynesse,All grace & thankyng, vnto thin godheede,ffrom whom alle grace & mercy doth procede!  Ay praised be thu, lord, in Trinite,And euere honured be thi maieste! 

That be mankynde oure nombre is encreased,  Of this that longe have be in pilgrymage;And now is alle hire noyows laboure cessed,That was be-gonne here first[ë] dayës age.Here is the port of sekire áryuáge  Honured be thu, blissed lord on hye,  And wolcome be ye to owre companye! 

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 04 - Nothing Exists Per Se Except Atoms And The Void

© Lucretius

But, now again to weave the tale begun,

All nature, then, as self-sustained, consists

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter V - Count Guido Franceschini

© Robert Browning

“That is a way, thou whisperest in my ear!
“I doubt, I will decide, then act,” said I—
Then beckoned my companions: “Time is come!”

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Birds In Alarm

© John Clare

The firetail tells the boys when nests are nigh
And tweets and flies from every passer-bye.
The yellowhammer never makes a noise
But flies in silence from the noisy boys;
The boys will come and take them every day,
And still she lays as none were ta'en away.

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Unfaith

© Margaret Widdemer

YOU hid the love in your eyes–
  How could you think I knew?
It was only a step to his comforting
  From the hurt of you.

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Sonnet to Hope

© Helen Maria Williams

O, ever skilled to wear the form we love!

To bid the shapes of fear and grief depart;

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The Last Salute

© Robert Nichols

In a far field, away from England, lies
A boy I friended with a care like love;
All day the wide earth aches, the keen wind cries,
The melancholy clouds drive on above.

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Jennie

© Eugene Field

Some men affect a liking

  For the prim in face and mind,

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To Victor Daley

© Henry Lawson

I THOUGHT that silence would be best,

  But I a call have heard,

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A Dirge

© John Webster

Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren,

Since o'er shady groves they hover

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Rikki-Tikki-Tavi

© Rudyard Kipling

At the hole where he went in
 Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
 Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
 "Nag, come up and dance with death! "

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A Backward Glance

© Henry Lawson

IT IS well when you’ve lived in clover,

  To mourn for the days gone by—