Art poems

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A Terre (being the philosophy of many soldiers)

© Wilfred Owen

Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell.
Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall.
Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes.
My fingers fidget like ten idle brats.

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To Charlotte Cushman

© Sidney Lanier

Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;

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To Baynard Taylor

© Sidney Lanier

To range, deep-wrapt, along a heavenly height,
O'erseeing all that man but undersees;
To loiter down lone alleys of delight,
And hear the beating of the hearts of trees,
And think the thoughts that lilies speak in white
By greenwood pools and pleasant passages;

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The Vanity of All Worldly Things

© Anne Bradstreet

As he said vanity, so vain say I,

Oh! Vanity, O vain all under sky;

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Opposition

© Sidney Lanier

Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
Complain no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.

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Napoleon

© George Meredith

Alive in marble, she conceived in soul,
With barren eyes and mouth, the mother's loss;
The bolt from her abandoned heaven sped;
The snowy army rolling knoll on knoll
Beyond horizon, under no blest Cross:
By the vulture dotted and engarlanded.

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Hymns Of The Marshes.

© Sidney Lanier

I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:
I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide
In your gospelling glooms, -- to be
As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.

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Clover

© Sidney Lanier

Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats.Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons!

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Sonnet XVII. Happy Is England

© John Keats

Happy is England! I could be content
To see no other verdure than its own;
To feel no other breezes than are blown
Through its tall woods with high romances blent:

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Sunthin' In The Pastoral Line

© James Russell Lowell

Now I wuz settin' where I'd ben, it seemed,
An' ain't sure yit whether I rally dreamed,
Nor, ef I did, how long I might ha' slep',
When I hearn some un stompin' up the step,
An' lookirz' round, ef two an' two make four,
I see a Pilgrim Father in the door.

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The Kalevala - Rune XLV

© Elias Lönnrot

BIRTH OF THE NINE DISEASES.


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Thomas Trevelyan

© Edgar Lee Masters

Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys,
Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain
For the guilty passion of Tereus for Philomela,
The flesh of him served to Tereus by Procne,

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Penniwit, the Artist

© Edgar Lee Masters

I lost my patronage in Spoon River
From trying to put my mind in the camera
To catch the soul of the person.
The very best picture I ever took

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Introduction: More Beasts for Worse Children

© Hilaire Belloc

The parents of the learned child

(His father and his mother)

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Ariel And Caliban

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

I.
Before PROSPERO'S cell. Moonlight.
ARIEL.
So — Prospero is gone — and I am free —

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Archibald Higbie

© Edgar Lee Masters

I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you,
I was ashamed of you. I despised you
As the place of my nativity.
And there in Rome, among the artists,

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The Spooniad

© Edgar Lee Masters

[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but unfortunately did not live to complete even the first book. The fragment was found among his papers by William Marion Reedy and was for the first time published in Reedy's Mirror of December 18th, 1914.]
Of John Cabanis' wrath and of the strife
Of hostile parties, and his dire defeat
Who led the common people in the cause

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The Patient Countess. - extracted from Albion's England

© William Warner

Impatience chaungeth smoke to flame, but jealousie is hell;

Some wives by patience have reduc'd ill husbands to live well:

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Russian Sonia

© Edgar Lee Masters

I, born in Weimar
Of a mother who was French
And German father, a most learned professor,
Orphaned at fourteen years,

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

© Edgar Lee Masters

My father who owned the wagon-shop
And grew rich shoeing horses
Sent me to the University of Montreal.
I learned nothing and returned home,