Friendship poems

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Artegal And Elidure

© William Wordsworth

WHERE be the temples which, in Britain's Isle,

For his paternal Gods, the Trojan raised?

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Lines Written On A Blank Leaf Of 'The Pleasures Of Memory'

© George Gordon Byron

Absent or present, still to thee,
  My friend, what magic spells belong!
As all can tell, who share, like me,
  In turn thy converse and thy song.

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Friendship Broken

© Louise Imogen Guiney

Mine was the mood that shows the dearest face
Thro' a long avenue, and voices kind
Idle, and indeterminate, and blind

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Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath

© Richard Savage


Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.
Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue shine.
Quick to Augusta bear the prize away;
There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.

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The Vanity of Wealth

© Samuel Johnson

No more thus brooding o'er yon heap,

With avarice painful vigils keep:

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Ode to the end of Summer

© Phyllis McGinley

It fades--this green this lavish interval
This time of flowers and fruits,
Of melon ripe along the orchard wall,
Of sun and sails and wrinkled linen suits;
Time when the world seems rather plus than minus
And pollen tickles the allergic sinus.

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The Vain Question

© Ada Cambridge

Why should we court the storms that rave and rend,
 Safe at our household hearth?
Why, starved and naked, without home or friend,
Unknowing whence we came or where we wend,
Follow from no beginning to no end
 An uncrowned martyr's path?

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A Vision of Poesy - Part 01

© Henry Timrod

In a far country, and a distant age,
Ere sprites and fays had bade farewell to earth,
A boy was born of humble parentage;
The stars that shone upon his lonely birth
Did seem to promise sovereignty and fame -
Yet no tradition hath preserved his name.

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Welcoming The New Year

© Edgar Albert Guest

At 10 p. m.

COME, let us make merry with innocent mirth,

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The Vanity of Human Wishes (excerpts)

© Samuel Johnson

45 Yet still one gen'ral cry the skies assails,
46 And gain and grandeur load the tainted gales,
47 Few know the toiling statesman's fear or care,
48 Th' insidious rival and the gaping heir.

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On Imagining A Friend Had Treated The Author With Indifference.

© Mary Barber

Go, Jealousy, Tormentress dire;
On Lovers only seize:
In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire,
And make it higher blaze.

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Sordello: Book the Third

© Robert Browning


  Whereat he rose.
The level wind carried above the firs
Clouds, the irrevocable travellers,
Onward.

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The Faithful Bird

© William Cowper

The greenhouse is my summer seat;

My shrubs displaced from that retreat

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The Relic

© John Greenleaf Whittier

TOKEN Of friendship true and tried,
From one whose fiery heart of youth
With mine has beaten, side by side,
For Liberty and Truth;

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Experience

© Jane Taylor

--A COSTLY good ; that none e'er bought or sold
For gem, or pearl, or miser's store, twice told :
Save certain watery pearls, possessed by all,
Which, one by one, may buy it as they fall.
Of these, though precious, few will not suffice,
So slow the traffic, and so large the price !

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,

Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars

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Boccaccio

© Eugene Field

One day upon a topmost shelf
  I found a precious prize indeed,
Which father used to read himself,
  But did not want us boys to read;

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The Grave

© Robert Blair

While some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying through life;—the task be mine,

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Talk

© Stephen Vincent Benet

And so it goes -- an idle speech and aimless,
A few chance phrases; yet I see behind
The empty words the gleam of a beauty tameless,
Friendship and peace and fire to strike men blind,
Till the whole world seems small and bright to hold --
Of all our youth this hour is pure gold.