Car poems

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The Slums

© Kenneth Patchen

That should be obvious
Of course it won't
Any fool knows that.
Even in the winter.

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When I Love You

© Nizar Qabbani

When I love you

A new language springs up,

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Fair Helen

© Anonymous

I wish I were where Helen lies;  

Night and day on me she cries;  

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Calm is all Nature as a Resting Wheel.

© William Wordsworth

Calm is all nature as a resting wheel.

The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;

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The Jackdaw Of Rheims

© Richard Harris Barham

The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!

  Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;

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To Cardinal Manning

© George Meredith

I, wakeful for the skylark voice in men,

Or straining for the angel of the light,

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I Have a Fire for You in my Mouth

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

I have a fire for you in my mouth, but I have a hundred seals
on my tongue.
The flames which I have in my heart would make one mouth-
ful of both worlds.

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Every day I bear a burden

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Every day I bear a burden, and I bear this calamity for a purpose:
I bear the discomfort of cold and December's snow in hope of spring.
Before the fattener-up of all who are lean, I drag this so emaciated body;
Though they expel me from two hundred cities, I bear it for the sake of the love of a prince;

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Bring Wine

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

Bring wine, for I am suffering crop sickness from the vintage;
God has seized me, and I am thus held fast.
By love’s soul, bring me a cup of wine that is the envy of the
sun, for I care aught but love.

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On The Victory Obtained By Blake Over the Spaniards, In The Bay Of Scanctacruze, In The Island Of teneriff.1657

© Andrew Marvell

Now does Spains Fleet her spatious wings unfold,
Leaves the new World and hastens for the old:
But though the wind was fair, the slowly swoome
Frayted with acted Guilt, and Guilt to come:

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Early Summer.

© Robert Crawford

The light is silent on the greeny sward,
And from a bough above the wild dove's coo
Steals on the ear like a dream-dewy word,
Or the voice of one of a faery crew.

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Epigramma in Duos montes Amosclivum Et Bilboreum

© Andrew Marvell

Farfacio.Cernis ut ingenti distinguant limite campum
Montis Amos clivi Bilboreique juga!
Ille stat indomitus turritis undisque saxis:
Cingit huic laetum Fraximus alta Caput.

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After The Surprising Conversions

© Robert Lowell

September twenty-second, Sir: today

I answer. In the latter part of May,

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Sonnets on the Discovery of Botany Bay by Captain Cook

© Henry Kendall

The First Attempt to Reach the Shore

Where is the painter who shall paint for you,

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Wind From The East

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE Spring, so fair in her voting incompleteness,
Of late the very type of tender sweetness;
Now, through frail leaves and misty branches brown,
Looks forth, the dreary shadow of a frown

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Peruvian Tales: Zilia, Tale III

© Helen Maria Williams

PIZARRO takes possession of Cuzco-The fanaticism of VALVERDA , a
Spanish priest-Its dreadful effects-A Peruvian priest put to the tor-
ture-His Daughter's distress-He is rescued by LAS CASAS , a Spa-
nish ecclesiastic-And led to a place of safety, where he dies-His
Daughter's narration of her sufferings-Her death.

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To Songs At the Marriage Of The Lord Fauconberg And The Lady Mary Cromwell

© Andrew Marvell

Endymion
Cynthia, O Cynthia, turn thine Ear,
nor scorn Endymions plaints to hear.
As we our Flocks, so you command
The fleecy Clouds with silver wand.

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Ros

© Andrew Marvell

Cernis ut Eio descendat Gemmula Roris,
Inque Rosas roseo transfluat orta sinu.
Sollicita Flores stant ambitione supini,
Et certant foliis pellicuisse suis.

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The Death of Cromwell

© Andrew Marvell

That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and numbered every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years:
And thenceforh only did attend to trace
What death might least so fair a life deface.

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Cromwell's Return

© Andrew Marvell

An Horatian Ode upon Cromwell's Return From IrelandThe forward youth that would appear
Must now forsake his muses dear,
Nor in the shadows sing,
His numbers languishing.