Car poems
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Wings
© Katharine Lee Bates
GRAY gulls that wheeled and dipped and rose
Where tossing crests like Alpine snows
The Lady To Her Guitar
© Emily Jane Brontë
For him who struck thy foreign string,
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spirit-old Guitar?
On Winter
© George Moses Horton
When smiling Summer's charms are past,
The voice of music dies;
Then Winter pours his chilling blast
From rough inclement skies.
An April Birthday--At Sea
© James Russell Lowell
On this wild waste, where never blossom came,
Save the white wind-flower to the billow's cap,
Or those pale disks of momentary flame,
Loose petals dropped from Dian's careless lap,
What far fetched influence all my fancy fills,
With singing birds and dancing daffodils?
The Song Of Hiawatha III: Hiawatha's Childhood
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Downward through the evening twilight,
In the days that are forgotten,
Sonnet. "Thou art to me like one, who in a dream"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Thou art to me like one, who in a dream
Of pleasant fancies is borne sleeping by
The Sympathetic Minister
© Edgar Albert Guest
MY father is a peaceful man,
He tries in every way he can
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine
© Emily Dickinson
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Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Senlin: A Biography Pt 02: His Futile Preoccupations
© Conrad Aiken
Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
Hacking Home
© William Henry Ogilvie
When your homing carloads swing
Past us down the crisping lanes,
How sickto waitin any placebut thine
© Emily Dickinson
How sickto waitin any placebut thine
I knew last nightwhen someone tried to twine
Thinkingperhapsthat I looked tiredor alone
Or breakingalmostwith unspoken pain
To Damascus
© Henry Kendall
Where the sinister sun of the Syrians beat
On the brittle, bright stubble,
And the camels fell back from the swords of the heat,
Came Saul, with a fire in the soles of his feet,
And a forehead of trouble.
The Great Carbuncle
© Sylvia Plath
We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering
In a light neither dawn
Ajanta
© Muriel Rukeyser
CAME in my full youth to the midnight cave
nerves ringing; and this thing I did alone.
Dog
© Harold Monro
You little friend, your nose is ready; you sniff,
Asking for that expected walk,
(Your nostrils full of the happy rabbit-whiff)
And almost talk.
Buddha And Brahma
© Henry Brooks Adams
Then gently, still in silence, lost in thought,
The Buddha raised the Lotus in his hand,
His eyes bent downward, fixed upon the flower.
No more! A moment so he held it only,
Then his hand sank into its former rest.
His Dream Of Skyland
© Li Po
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss,
It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves.
Cartier: Dauntless Discoverer
© John Daniel Logan
O bold Sea-Rover, instrument of God,
Whose occult purposes were wrought through thee,
A grateful people hail thy name, and laud
Thy dauntless spirit of discovery!
Thy glory sure, rest, Rover, rest, while blow
The winds in requiem round Sainte Malo!
