Children poems

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Sonnet 32: The Children of the Night

© Edwin Arlington Robinson

Oh for a poet—for a beacon bright 

To rift this changless glimmer of dead gray; 

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What Makes Summer?

© George MacDonald

Winter froze both brook and well;

Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;

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Tale V

© George Crabbe

these,
All that on idle, ardent spirits seize;
Robbers at land and pirates on the main,
Enchanters foil'd, spells broken, giants slain;
Legends of love, with tales of halls and bowers,
Choice of rare songs, and garlands of choice

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The Hand In The Dark

© Ada Cambridge

How calm the spangled city spread below!
How cool the night! How fair the starry skies!
How sweet the dewy breezes! But I know
What, under all their seeming beauty, lies.

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The Princess (part 6)

© Alfred Tennyson

My dream had never died or lived again.
As in some mystic middle state I lay;
Seeing I saw not, hearing not I heard:
Though, if I saw not, yet they told me all
So often that I speak as having seen.

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The Daemon Of The World

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Nec tantum prodere vati,
Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam
Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.

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21st September 1870

© Charles Kingsley

Speak low, speak little; who may sing
While yonder cannon-thunders boom?
Watch, shuddering, what each day may bring:
Nor 'pipe amid the crack of doom.'

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The Sheep and The Goat

© George MacDonald

The thousand streets of London gray
Repel all country sights;
But bar not winds upon their way,
Nor quench the scent of new-mown hay
In depth of summer nights.

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Heath from the Highlands

© Henry Kendall

Here, where the great hills fall away
To bays of silver sea,
I hold within my hand to-day
A wild thing, strange to me.

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Queen Mab: Part III.

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

'Fairy!' the Spirit said,

  And on the Queen of Spells

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A Cloud Of Darkness Has Appeared

© Hristo Botev

A cloud of darkness has appeared
from the mountains and the forest:
does it mean a gentle drizzle
or a terrifying tempest?

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The Widow Of Glencoe

© William Edmondstoune Aytoun

Do not lift him from the bracken,

 Leave him lying where he fell-

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Night

© Robinson Jeffers

The ebb slips from the rock, the sunken

Tide-rocks lift streaming shoulders

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The Secret of the Machinery

© Rudyard Kipling

 We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive,
 We can print and plough and weave and heat and light,
 We can run and race and swim and fly and dive,
 We can see and hear and count and read and write!

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The Sleep of Sigismund

© Jean Ingelow

The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.

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The Two Children Pt 1

© Emily Jane Brontë

Heavy hangs the rain-drop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away.

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To My Mother Earth

© George MacDonald

O Earth, Earth, Earth,
I am dying for love of thee,
For thou hast given me birth,
And thy hands have tended me.

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Resigned

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

My babe was moaning in its sleep,
I leaned and kissed it where it lay,
My pain was such I could not weep,
Oh, would God take my child away?
He had so many round his throne-
If He took mine-I stood alone!

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The Fallen Elm

© Alfred Austin

The popinjay screamed from tree to tree,
Then was lost in the burnished leaves;
The sky was as blue as a southern sea,
And the swallow came back to the eaves.

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To A Lady That Desired Me I Would Beare My Part With Her In

© Richard Lovelace

  This is the prittiest motion:
Madam, th' alarums of a drumme
That cals your lord, set to your cries,
To mine are sacred symphonies.