Friendship poems

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The Cloud Messenger - Part 04

© Kalidasa

The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelle’s, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.

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The Willing Horse

© Edgar Albert Guest

I'd rather be the willing horse that people ride to death

Than be the proud and haughty steed that children dare not touch;

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The Flitting

© John Clare

I've left my own old home of homes,

  Green fields and every pleasant place;

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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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For Class Meeting

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IT is a pity and a shame--alas! alas! I know it is,

To tread the trodden grapes again, but so it has been,

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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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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Second Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno


Now begins the enthusiast to display the affections and uncover the
wounds which are for a sign in his body, and in substance or essence in
his soul, and he says thus:

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When I Was an Editor

© Stephan Stephansson

So maudlin, with pity and pathos I stood
If someone who erred got the lashes;
If hanged, I'd weep over the ashes.
With vocal dispraise such injustice I viewed

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To Mark Twain

© Henry Van Dyke

I

AT A BIRTHDAY FEAST

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To A Friend,

© Helen Maria Williams

WHO SENT ME FLOWERS, WHEN CONFINED BY

ILLNESS.

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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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Celts And Saxons

© Thomas Osborne Davis

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We hate the Saxon and the Dane,

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Unkindnesse

© George Herbert

Lord, make me coy and tender to offend:
In friendship, first I think, if that agree,
  Which I intend,
  Unto my friends intent and end.
I would not use a friend, as I use Thee.

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A Wold Friend

© William Barnes

Oh! when the friends we us'd to know,

  'V a-been a-lost vor years; an' when

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Lovers

© Arthur Henry Adams

I thought, because we had been friends so long,


That I knew all your dear lips dared intend

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Epistle (Upon his arrival at his estate in Geneva)

© Voltaire

Now hostile Crowds Geneva's Tow'rs assail,
They march in secret, and by Night they scale;
The Goddess comes--they vanish from the Wall,
Their Launces shiver, and their Heros fall,
For Fraud can ne'er elude, nor Force withstand
The Stroke of Liberty's victorious Hand.

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The Columbiad: Book IX

© Joel Barlow

Shrouded in deeper darkness now he veers
The vast gyration of a thousand years,
Strikes out each lamp that would illume his way,
Disputes his food with every beast of prey;
Imbands his force to fence his trist abodes,
A wretched robber with his feudal codes.

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To Mrs. S---. Written In My Sickness.

© Mary Barber

Dear Psyche, come, with chearful Face,
And bless this desolated Place.
O come! my sickly Couch attend,
And ease the Anguish of your Friend.

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The Pay Envelope

© Edgar Albert Guest

Is it all in the envelope holding your pay?
Is that all you're working for day after day?
Are you getting no more from your toil than the gold
That little enclosure of paper will hold?
Is that all you're after; is that all you seek?
Does that close the deal at the end of the week?

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Upon a Visit to a Lady of Quality

© William Shenstone

On fair Asteria's blissful plains,
Where ever-blooming fancy reigns,
How pleased we pass the winter's day,
And charm the dull-eyed Spleen away!