Age poems

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Zellen Woone’s Honey To Buy Zome’hat Sweet

© William Barnes

Why, his heart's lik' a popple, so hard as a stwone,

  Vor 'tis money, an' money's his ho,

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Phyrne

© Alexander Pope

Phryne had talents for mankind,
Open she was, and unconfin'd,
Like some free port of trade:
Merchants unloaded here their freight,
And Agents from each foreign state,
Here first their entry made.

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What Have We All Forgotten?

© Henry Lawson

WHAT have we all forgotten, at the break of the seventh year?
With a nation born to the ages and a Bad Time borne on its bier!
Public robbing, and lying that death cannot erase—
“Private” strife and deception—Cover the bad dead face!
Drinking, gambling and madness—Cover and bear it away—
But what have we all forgotten at the dawn of the seventh day?

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Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving

© Boris Pasternak

Oh terrible, beloved! A poet's loving
Is a restless god's passionate rage,
And chaos out into the world comes creeping,
As in the ancient fossil age.

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Archduchess Anne

© George Meredith

In middle age an evil thing
Befell Archduchess Anne:
She looked outside her wedding-ring
Upon a princely man.

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Bruce and the Abbot

© Sir Walter Scott

The Abbot on the threshold stood,

And in his hand the holy rood:

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Henry Ford's Offhand Way

© Edgar Albert Guest

Speaking of Henry Ford's purchase of a million dollars' worth of city bonds, Controller Engel said; "He talked about buying those bonds exactly as I would talk about buying a sack of peanuts." — News item.


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The Three Horses

© George MacDonald

What shall I be?-I will be a knight
Walled up in armour black,
With a sword of sharpness, a hammer of might.
And a spear that will not crack-
So black, so blank, no glimmer of light
Will betray my darkling track.

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Divisions On A Ground

© Arthur Symons

I

Beloved, there is a sorrow in the world

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True Confession

© George Barker

1

Today, recovering from influenza,

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The Gulf of All Human Possessions

© Jonathan Swift

Come hither, and behold the fruits,
Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.
Take wise advice, and look behind,
Bring all past actions to thy mind.

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 03 - The Soul Is Mortal

© Lucretius

Now come: that thou mayst able be to know

That minds and the light souls of all that live

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Amyntor From Beyond The Sea To Alexis. A Dialogue

© Richard Lovelace

  Amyntor.
  Alexis! ah Alexis! can it be,
  Though so much wet and drie
  Doth drowne our eye,
  Thou keep'st thy winged voice from me?

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Lycabettus

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Lycabett at every steep street's ending
Is there
Surprising the eyes, and ascending
Aloof, pointed bare

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Stranger

© Hristo Botev

Hurry, stranger, quickly come
to your father's home at last,
do a dance before his home,
join the dance the pass across.

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Raschi In Prague

© Emma Lazarus

Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,

The authoritative Talmudist, returned

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The Soldier's Funeral

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The muffled drum rolled on the air,
Warriors, with stately step, were there;
On every arm was the black crape bound,
Every carbine was turned to the ground;
Solemn, the sound of their measured tread,
As silent and slow, they followed the dead.

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Dauber

© John Masefield

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Four bells were struck, the watch was called on deck,

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death

© Lucretius

Therefore death to us

Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,

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The Night

© Ada Cambridge

Watchman, what of the night?
 See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?