Friendship poems

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Farewell to London

© Alexander Pope

Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!

Friendship Immortal

© Jeremy Taylor

To me though distant let thy friendship fly;
Though men be mortal, friendships must not die;
Of all things else ther's great satiety.

To a Lady on Her Coming to North-America

"Waft me, ye gales, from this malignant shore;
"The Northern milder climes I long to greet,
"There hope that health will my arrival meet."
Soon as she spoke in my ideal view
The winds assented, and the vessel flew.

The Larks Nest

© Charlotte Turner Smith

"TRUST only to thyself;" the maxim's sound;

For, tho' life's choicest blessing be a friend,

Under The Willows

© James Russell Lowell

Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,

Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,

Sullen Moods

© Robert Graves

Love, do not count your labour lost
Though I turn sullen, grim, retired
Even at your side; my thought is crossed
With fancies by old longings fired.

A Dog Has Died

© Pablo Neruda

My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.

Der Freischutz

© Madison Julius Cawein

He? why, a tall Franconian strong and young,

Brown as a walnut the first frost hath hulled;

The Bankers Secret

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

The reader paused,--the Teacups knew his ways,--
He, like the rest, was not averse to praise.
Voices and hands united; every one
Joined in approval: "Number Three, well done!"

Mountains

© Henry Kendall

Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,

Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;

The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third

© Mark Akenside

See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.

Down-Hall. A Ballad.

© Matthew Prior

I sing not old Jason who travell'd through Greece
To kiss the fair maids and possess the rich fleece,
Nor sing I AEneas, who, led by his mother,
Got rid of one wife and went far for another.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.

An After-Dinner Poem

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,
In closest frock and Cinderella shoes,
Bound to the foot-lights for thy brief display,
One zephyr step, and then dissolve away!

To Hope

© Thomas Hood

Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp,
And play to me so cheerily;
For grief is dark, and care is sharp,
And life wears on so wearily.

Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift, D.S.P.D.

Dear honest Ned is in the gout,
Lies rack'd with pain, and you without:
How patiently you hear him groan!
How glad the case is not your own!

The Progress Of Refinement. Part I.

Rous'd by those honors cull'd by Glory's hand
To dress the Victor on the Olympic sand,
With active toil each ardent stripling tries
To bind his forehead with the immortal prize;
Hence strength and beauty deck the Grecian race,
And manly labor gives them manly grace.