All Poems

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The Village

© Ronald Stuart Thomas

Scarcely a street, too few houses

To merit the title; just a way between

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The River Note

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

And I behold once more

My old familiar haunts; here the blue river,

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Le Poison (The Poison)

© Charles Baudelaire

Le vin sait revêtir le plus sordide bouge
D'un luxe miraculeux,
Et fait surgir plus d'un portique fabuleux
Dans l'or de sa vapeur rouge,
Comme un soleil couchant dans un ciel nébuleux.

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Under the lime tree

© Walther von der Vogelweide

Under the lime tree

On the heather,

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Ninth Ode Of The Third Book Of Horace

© James Clerk Maxwell

While I was your beloved one,
And while no other youth threw his fond arms around
Your white neck so easily,
Than the King of the world I was far happier.

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Night on the West River

© Bai Juyi

No moon

To light my way upon the stair,

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To Her I Love

© James Thomson

Tell me, thou soul of her I love,
  Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled;
To what delightful world above,
  Appointed for the happy dead?

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Olney Hymn 24: Prayer For Children

© William Cowper

Gracious Lord, our children see,

By Thy mercy we are free;

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If I Should Die Tonight

© William Percy French

"If I should die tonight

And you should come,

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All Saints

© Edith Wharton

All so grave and shining see they come
From the blissful ranks of the forgiven,
Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal dome,
And the spheres are seven.

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The Idler’s Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. December

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

AWAY TO EGYPT
Enough, enough! This winter is too rude,
Too dark of countenance, of tooth too keen.
Nature finds rebels now in flesh and blood,

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Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.

© Matthew Prior

Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.

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Gunpowder Treason

© John Keble

Beneath the burning eastern sky
  The Cross was raised at morn:
The widowed Church to weep stood by,
  The world, to hate and scorn.

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Midsummer Noon

© Robert Laurence Binyon

At her window gazes over the elms
A girl; she looks on the branching green;
But her eyes possess unfathomed realms,
Her young hand holds her dreaming chin.

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Vision Of Columbus - Book 6

© Joel Barlow

Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..

Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,

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A Tale. June 1793

© William Cowper

In Scotland's realm, where trees are few
Nor even shrubs abound;
But where, however bleak the view
Some better things are found;

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The Cheat

© Edgar Albert Guest

I cheated a good friend yesterday,
Kept what was his, and went my way,
Wronged him by silence-for in haste
I let a glad thought go to waste.

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The Last Look

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

BEHOLD--not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through,
Tender, and brave, and true.

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The Distracted Puritan

© Richard Corbet

Am I mad, O noble Festus,
When zeal and godly knowledge
Have put me in hope
To deal with the Pope

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An Ode To Nellie

© Edgar Albert Guest

AH Nellie, you were always fair, and you were always good and true,
I've sung about your wealth of hair, and praised your eyes, so soft and blue,
Your charms are many I confess, but now my pen in hand I take
To praise in my poor humble way the strawb'ry shortcake that you make.