Cool poems

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Water-Weeds

© Arthur Symons

What is this that flies with night
On the wings of the night-birds?
Ghost of love, endless delight,
Night's inarticulate words—
Come, where water-weeds are cool,
Dip your fingers in the pool,

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The Zonnebeke Road

© Edmund Blunden

Morning, if this late withered light can claim

Some kindred with that merry flame

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The Message Of The Wind

© Harriet Monroe

The wind comes riding down from heaven.

Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?

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Thunder On The Downs

© Robert Laurence Binyon

And if a lightning now were loosed in flame
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim
Thy heart, O England, how wouldst thou be known
In that hour? How to the quick core be shown
And seen? What cry should from thy very soul
Answer the judgment of that thunder--roll?

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Heat

© Madison Julius Cawein

  Within its channel glares the creek and shrinks,
  Beneath whose rocks the furtive crawfish hides
  In stagnant places, where the green frog blinks,
  And water-spider glides.

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Written After Leaving West Point

© Frances Anne Kemble

The hours are past, love,
Oh, fled they not too fast, love!
Those happy hours, when down the mountain-side,
We saw the rosy mists of morning glide,

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The Husband

© Leon Gellert

Yes, I have slain, and taken moving life

From bodies.  Yea! And laughed upon the taking;

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The Skite

© Anonymous

Now all of us bunch we were having our lunch
At the station one bright sunny day
When a stranger appeared with a big flowing beard
And a habit of plenty to say

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Thespis: Act II

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

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Above The Oxbow

© Sylvia Plath

Here in this valley of discrete academies

We have not mountains, but mounts, truncated hillocks

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A Lesson From Golf

© Edgar Albert Guest

He couldn't use his driver any better on the tee
Than the chap that he was licking, who just happened to be me;
I could hit them with a brassie just as straight and just as far,
But I piled up several sevens while he made a few in par;
And he trimmed me to a finish, and I know the reason why:
He could keep his temper better when he dubbed a shot than I.

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Art

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Give to barrows, trays, and pans

Grace and glimmer of romance;

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Dawn Wind

© Lola Ridge

I see you
Shaking that flower at me with soft invitation
And frisking away,
Deliciously rumpling the grass…

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Australasia

© William Charles Wentworth

Hadst thou, old Cynic, seen this unclad crew
Stretch their bare bodies in the nightly dew,
Like hairy Satyrs, midst their Sylvan seats,
Endure both winter's frosts, and summer's heats;
Thy cloak and tub away thou wouldst have cast,
And tried, like them, to brave the piercing blast.

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Hesperia

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

OUT OF the golden remote wild west where the sea without shore is,

Full of the sunset, and sad, if at all, with the fulness of joy,

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Doors Of The Temple

© Aldous Huxley

Many are the doors of the spirit that lead

Into the inmost shrine:

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The Pool

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Here in the night all wonders are,
Lapped in the lift of the ripple's swing,–
A silver shell and a shaken star,
And a white moth's wing.
Here the young moon when the mists unclose
Swims like the bud of a golden rose.

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At The Banquet To the Japanese Embassy

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WE welcome you, Lords of the Land of the Sun!
The voice of the many sounds feebly through one;
Ah! would 't were a voice of more musical tone,
But the dog-star is here, and the song-birds have flown.

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Alexander And Phillip

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The cypress spread their gloom
Like a cloak from the noontide beam,
He flung back his dusty plume,
And plunged in the silver stream;
He plunged like the young steed, fierce and wild,
He was borne away like the feeble child.

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Wat Tyler - Act III

© Robert Southey

ACT III.