Children poems

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The Land Of Pallas

© Archibald Lampman

Methought I journeyed along ways that led for ever
  Throughout a happy land where strife and care were dead,
And life went by me flowing like a placid river
  Past sandy eyots where the shifting shoals make head.

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The Mourner For The Barmecides

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

"And shall I not rejoice to go, when the noble and the brave,
With the glory on their brows, are gone before me to the grave?
What is there left to look on now, what brightness in the land?–
I hold in scorn the faded world, that wants their princely band!

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The Ballad Of Boh Da Thone

© Rudyard Kipling

This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,
 Erst a Pretender to Theebaw's throne,
 Who harried the district of Alalone:
 How he met with his fate and the V.P.P.
 At the hand of Harendra Mukerji,
 Senior Gomashta, G.B.T.

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A Book Of Strife In The Form Of The Diary Of An Old Soul - May

© George MacDonald

1.

WHAT though my words glance sideways from the thing

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The Willing Horse

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death

Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;

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The Foray Of Con O’Donnell. A.D. 1495

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

The evening shadows sweetly fall

Along the hills of Donegal,

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A June Day

© John Todhunter

The very spirit of summer breathes to-day,

Here where I sun me in a dreamy mood,

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Aneurin's Harp

© George Meredith

I

Prince of Bards was old Aneurin;

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Fragment XI

© James Macpherson

The boat is broken in twain by the
waves. Armor plunges into the sea, to
rescue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast
from the hill comes over the waves.
He sunk, and he rose no more.

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Chums

© Edgar Albert Guest

HUSBAND and wife for fourteen years!

And just like children now,

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An Answer

© Zbigniew Herbert

This will be a night in deep snow
which has the power to muffle steps
in deep shadow transforming
bodies to two puddles of darkness
we lie holding our breath
and even the slightest whisper of thought

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Red Ridinghood

© Guy Wetmore Carryl

The Moral: There's nothing much glummer
Than children whose talents appal.
One much prefers those that are dumber,
And as for the paragons small—
If a swallow cannot make a summer.
It can bring on a summary fall!

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Peek-A-Boo

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler


When it hides its pink little face in its hands,
And crows, and shows that it understands

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The Apple-Tree

© Ann Taylor

OLD John had an apple-tree, healthy and green,
Which bore the best codlins that ever were seen,
So juicy, so mellow, and red;
And when they were ripe, he disposed of his store,
To children or any who pass'd by his door,
To buy him a morsel of bread.

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PARADOX. That it is best for a Young Maid to marry an Old Man

© Henry King

Fair one, why cannot you an old man love?
He may as useful, and more constant prove.
Experience shews you that maturer years
Are a security against those fears

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The Old Man with the Broken Arm

© Bai Juyi

At Hsin-fëng—an old man—four-score and eight;

The hair on his head and the hair of his eyebrows—white as the new snow.

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The Child Of The Islands - Opening

© Caroline Norton

I.
OF all the joys that brighten suffering earth,
What joy is welcomed like a new-born child?
What life so wretched, but that, at its birth,

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Father, I Know That All My Life

© Anna Laetitia Waring

  I ask Thee for a thoughtful love,
 Through constant watching wise,
  To meet the glad with joyful smiles,
 And to wipe the weeping eyes;
  And a heart at leisure from itself,
 To soothe and sympathise.

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A Redeemer

© Robinson Jeffers

  But when I am dead and all you with whole
hands think of nothing but happiness,
Will you go mad and kill each other? Or horror come over
the ocean on wings and cover your sun?
I wish," he said trembling, "I had never been born."

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =Second Dialogue=

© Giordano Bruno

MARICONDO. Here you see a flaming yoke enveloped in knots round which is
written: Levius aura; which means that Divine love does not weigh down,
nor carry his servant captive and enslaved to the lowest depths, but
raises him, supports him and magnifies him above all liberty whatsoever.