Children poems

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The Ring And The Book - Chapter IX - Juris Doctor Johannes-Baptista Bottinius

© Robert Browning

  Thus
Would I defend the step,—were the thing true
Which is a fable,—see my former speech,—
That Guido slept (who never slept a wink)
Through treachery, an opiate from his wife,
Who not so much as knew what opiates mean.

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Time, Real And Imaginary. An Allegory

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

On the wide level of a mountain's head 
(I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place), 
Their pinions, ostrich-like, for sails outspread, 
Two lovely children run an endless race, 

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Orlando Furioso Canto 22

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight

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Metamorphoses: Book The First

© Ovid

OF bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:
  Ye Gods, from whom these miracles did spring,
  Inspire my numbers with coelestial heat;
  'Till I my long laborious work compleat:

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The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 8

© Publius Vergilius Maro

WHEN Turnus had assembled all his pow’rs,  

His standard planted on Laurentum’s tow’rs;  

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Evangeline: Part The Second. III.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branches

Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,

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Vicksburg.—A Ballad

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FOR sixty days and upwards,
A storm of shell and shot
Rained round us in a flaming shower,
But still we faltered not.

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Tied Down

© Edgar Albert Guest

"They tie you down," a woman said,

Whose cheeks should have been flaming red

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Punishment

© Edgar Albert Guest

Their childhood is so brief that we

Should hesitate to spoil their fun,

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Tale IX

© George Crabbe

course,"
Replied the Youth; "but has it power to force?
Unless it forces, call it as you will,
It is but wish, and proneness to the ill."
  "Art thou not tempted?"--"Do I fall?" said

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Some Boys are Born to Wander by Walter McDonald: American Life in Poetry #48 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet L

© Ted Kooser

Every parent can tell a score of tales about the difficulties of raising children, and then of the difficulties in letting go of them. Here the Texas poet, Walt McDonald, shares just such a story. Some Boys are Born to Wander

From Michigan our son writes, How many elk?
How many big horn sheep? It's spring,
and soon they'll be gone above timberline,

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Old Cambridge

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

AND can it be you've found a place

Within this consecrated space,

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Two Folk Songs

© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch


When winter trees bestrew the path,
 Still to the twig a leaf or twain
Will cling and weep, not Winter's wrath,
 But that foreknown forlorner pain-
 To fall when green leaves come again.

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(Untitled) by Joette Giorgis : American Life in Poetry #250 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

I’m very fond of poems that demonstrate their authors’ attentiveness to the world about them, as regular readers of this column have no doubt noticed. Here is a nine-word poem by Joette Giorgis, who lives in Pennsylvania, that is based upon noticing and then thinking about something so ordinary that it might otherwise be overlooked.  Even the separate words are flat and commonplace. But so much feeling comes through!

(Untitled)

children grown-

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Ode On The Sailing Of Our Troops For France

© John Jay Chapman

Go fight for Freedom, Warriors of the West!
At last the word is spoken: Go!
Lay on for Liberty. 'Twas at her breast
The tyrant aimed his blow;
And ye were wounded with the rest
In Belgium's overthrow.

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England's Day: A War-Saga

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

Commended To Gortschakoff, Grant, And Bismark; And Dedicated To The British

1871

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The Arras Road

© Robert Laurence Binyon

I
The early night falls on the plain
In cloud and desolating rain.
I see no more, but feel around
The ruined earth, the wounded ground.

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The Cost Of Praise

© Edgar Albert Guest

THIS morning came a man to me, his smile was wonderful to see,

He shook my hand and doffed his hat then promptly took a chair;