Age poems

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The Ghost - Book I

© Charles Churchill

With eager search to dart the soul,

Curiously vain, from pole to pole,

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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto I.

© George Gordon Byron

Nay, smile not at my sullen brow,
Alas! I cannot smile again:
Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
Shouldst weep, and haply weep in vain.

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Requiescit

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

His name is cut upon a stone. His dreams
Were written on Time's hem; and Time has fled
And taken him and them. The grass is green
Upon his grave. I cannot doubt he sleeps.

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The Kalevala - Rune XXXVI

© Elias Lönnrot

KULLERWOINEN'S VICTORY AND DEATH.


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Approaching Night

© John Clare

Go with your tauntings, go;
Neer think to hurt me so;
  I'll scoff at your disdain.
Cold though the winter blow,
When hills are free from snow
  It will be spring again.

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Shine, Republic

© Robinson Jeffers

The quality of these trees, green height; of the sky, shining, of
water, a clear flow; of the rock, hardness
And reticence: each is noble in its quality. The love of freedom
has been the quality of Western man.

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The Last Lap

© Rudyard Kipling

How do we know, by the bank-high river,

 Where the mired and sulky oxen wait,

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The Shepheardes Calender: Februarie

© Edmund Spenser

Februarie: Ægloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.
CVDDIE.
AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage,
These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage?

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Pannychis

© André Marie de Chénier

--_Donnez-les-moi d'abord et puis je vais chanter... Il tend ses deux
mains... on lui donne... et puis, d'une voix claire et douce, il se met
à chanter_:

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The Hard Times In Elfland [A Story of Christmas Eve]

© Sidney Lanier

Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The Christmas Eve so bitterly!
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,

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Vision of Columbus – Book 3

© Joel Barlow

Now, twice twelve years, the children of the skies

Beheld in peace their growing empire rise;

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Remembering An Account Executive

© Alan Dugan

He had a back office in his older brother’s

  advertising agency and understood the human asshole.

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Battle Of Hastings - I

© Thomas Chatterton

From Chatelet hys launce Erle Egward drew,
And hit Wallerie on the dexter cheek;
Peerc'd to his braine, and cut his tongue in two.
There, knyght, quod he, let that thy actions speak --

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Dover To Munich

© Charles Stuart Calverley

Farewell, farewell!  Before our prow
  Leaps in white foam the noisy channel,
A tourist's cap is on my brow,
  My legs are cased in tourists' flannel:

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"Sed Nos Qui Vivimus"

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

How beautiful is life--the physical joy of sense and breathing;
The glory of the world which has found speech and speaks to us;
The robe which summer throws in June round the white bones of winter;
The new birth of each day, itself a life, a world, a sun!

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Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book II - Swayamvara (The Bride's Choice)

© Romesh Chunder Dutt

The mutual jealousies of the princes increased from day to day, and
when Yudhishthir, the eldest of all the princes and the eldest son of
the late Pandu, was recognised heir-apparent, the anger of Duryodhan
and his brothers knew no bounds. And they formed a dark scheme to
kill the sons of Pandu.

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The True Bible

© Sam Walter Foss

What is the world’s true Bible -- ‘tis the highest thought of man,
The thought distilled through ages since the dawn of thought began.
And each age adds a word thereto, some psalm or promise sweet --
And the canon is unfinished and forever incomplete.
O’er the chapters that are written, long and lovingly we pore --
But the best is yet unwritten, for we grow from more to more.

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Psychological Warfare

© Henry Reed

Be that as it may, some time in the very near future,
We are to expect Invasion… and invasion not from the sea.
Vast numbers of troops will be dropped, probably from above,
Superbly equipped, determined and capable; and this above all,
Remember: they will be very brave men, and chosen as such.

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The Sorrows of a Simple Bard

© Henry Lawson

WHEN I tell a tale of virtue and of injured innocence,
Then my publishers and lawyers are the densest of the dense:
With the blank face of an image and the nod of keep-it-dark
And a wink of mighty meaning at their confidential clerk.