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The roots of lilies probe my corpse. It shines,
A white goblet wonderfully transformed,
A lantern corpse that fills the night with signs,
- And the music of the soul makes silence alarmed.
You dim the lamp and ask the music to
Keep silent that my spirit may sleep through.

God Save The Flag

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Washed in the blood of the brave and the blooming,
Snatched from the altars of insolent foes,
Burning with star-fires, but never consuming,
Flash its broad ribbons of lily and rose.

Ghazal 1 (With English Tranlation)

© Daagh Dehlvi

[Youve] an objection to come [to me] and dont invite me either
[You] dont disclose the reason for severing relations either

God Bless Our Native Land

© Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

God bless our native land,
Land of the newly free,
Oh may she ever stand
For truth and liberty.

Grace Of Clydeside

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

AH, little Grace of the golden locks,
The hills rise fair on the shores of Clyde.
As the merry waves wear out these rocks
She wears my heart out, glides past and mocks:
But heaven's gate ever stands open wide.

Graves of the Confederate Dead

© Henry Timrod

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Sleep sweetly in your humble graves,
Sleep, martyrs of a fallen cause;
Though yet no marble column craves
The pilgrim here to pause.

Good Tidings; Or News From The Farm

© Robert Bloomfield

Where's the Blind Child, so admirably fair,

With guileless dimples, and with flaxen hair

Glorous Heart

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Swift and straight as homing dove,
Heedless, so its flight be flown,
All the full stream of thy love,
Love that knows no mortal bounding,

Ghazal 1 (With English Translation)

© Inshaullah Khan Insha

O Insha! Who gets respite from the turns of fortune!
Its blessing indeed that a few friends are still with us!

Good-Night!

© Alfred Austin

Good-night! Now dwindle wan and low

The embers of the afterglow,

Georgic 2

© Publius Vergilius Maro

Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;

Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,

Glucose Self-Monitoring by Katy Giebenhain: American Life in Poetry #33 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea

© Ted Kooser

Katy Giebenhain, an American living in Berlin, Germany, depicts a ritual that many diabetics undergo several times per day: testing one’s blood sugar. The poet shows us new ways of looking at what can be an uncomfortable chore by comparing it to other things: tapping trees for syrup, checking oil levels in a car, milking a cow.

Good and Bad Luck

© John Hay

Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls;
Long in one place she will not stay:
Back from your brow she strokes the curls,
Kisses you quick and flies away.