Dreams poems

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Serenade from “The Spanish Student”

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

STARS of the summer night!
  Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
  She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!  
  Sleeps!

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The Farmer's Boy - Winter

© Robert Bloomfield

If now in beaded rows drops deck the spray,
While _Phoebus_ grants a momentary ray,
Let but a cloud's broad shadow intervene,
And stiffen'd into gems the drops are seen;
And down the furrow'd oak's broad southern side
Streams of dissolving rime no longer glide.

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Marco Bozzaris

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

At midnight, in his guarded tent,

The Turk was dreaming of the hour

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Life Is A Dream - Act I

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

THIS TRANSLATION
INTO ENGLISH IMITATIVE VERSE
OF
CALDERON'S MOST FAMOUS DRAMA,

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Belshazzar. A Sacred Drama

© Hannah More

Persons of the Drama :--
Belshazzar, King of Babylon.
Nitocris, the Queen-Mother.
Courtiers, Astrologers, Parasites.
Daniel, the Jewish Prophet.
Captive Jews, &c. &c.

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Dreaming Of Li Bai (1)

© Du Fu

Separation by death must finally be choked down,

but separation in life is a long anguish,

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Love Made In The First Age. To Chloris.

© Richard Lovelace

  I.
In the nativity of time,
Chloris! it was not thought a crime
  In direct Hebrew for to woe.

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The Nizam’s Daughter

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

SHE is yet a child in years,
Twelve springs are on her face,
Yet in her slender form appears
The woman's perfect grace.

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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 11:

© Conrad Aiken

What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai?
You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me;
You smile a little. . . .Outside, the night goes by.
I walk alone in a forest of ghostly trees . . .
Your pale hands rest palm downwards on your knees.

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The Nobler Lover

© James Russell Lowell

If he be a nobler lover, take him!

You in you I seek, and not myself;

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Black Mousquetaire: A Legend Of France

© Richard Harris Barham

No triumphs flush that haughty brow,-
No proud exulting look is there,-
His eagle glance is humbled now,
As, earthward bent, in anxious care
It seeks the form whose stalwart pride
But yester-morn was by his side!

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Dream-March

© James Whitcomb Riley


  _Where go the children? Travelling! Travelling_!
  _Where go the children, travelling ahead_?
  _Some go to kindergarten; some go to day-school_;
  _Some go to night-school; and some go to bed_!

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Ars Agricolaris

© Henry Van Dyke

An Ode for the “Farmer's Dinner,” University Club, New York, January 23, 1913

All hail, ye famous Farmers!

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The Shepherds Calendar - July

© John Clare

Daughter of pastoral smells and sights
And sultry days and dewy nights
July resumes her yearly place
Wi her milking maiden face

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The Old Burying-Ground

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Our vales are sweet with fern and rose,
Our hills are maple-crowned;
But not from them our fathers chose
The village burying-ground.

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Sierran Song

© Harriet Monroe

To the California Sierra Club

Come climb the mountain trails with me,

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Charity

© Victor Marie Hugo

"Lo! I am Charity," she cries,
  "Who waketh up before the day;
While yet asleep all nature lies,
  God bids me rise and go my way."

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LI

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

When I hear laughter from a tavern door,
When I see crowds agape and in the rain
  Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar
To see a rocket fired or a bull slain,

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Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy

© Charlotte Turner Smith

Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.
WHEN latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,

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An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters ’gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds’ weird voices mingle with their surging roar.