Poems begining by G
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Gazing At Mount Tai
© Du Fu
For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Gulls
© Virna Sheard
When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
See where they circle, and dip and fly,
The grey free-lances of wind and sky,
To the water's distant rim!
Greedy Richard
© Ann Taylor
"I THINK I want some pies this morning,"
Said Dick, stretching himself and yawning;
So down he threw his slate and books,
And saunter'd to the pastry-cook's.
Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay
© Paul Verlaine
Give ear unto the gentle lay
That's only sad that it may please;
It is discreet, and light it is:
A whiff of wind o'er buds in May.
Gilderoy
© Padraic Colum
THE smith who made the manacles,
With bar and bolt, and link and ring,
Sang out above his hearty blows
"I can't have grief for everything."
Genesis BK XV
© Caedmon
(ll. 882-886) And Adam again made answer: "My Lord! this woman,
this lovely maid, gave me the fruit into my hand, and I took it
in trespass against Thee. And now I clearly bear the token upon
me and know the more of sorrow."
Ghosts.
© Robert Crawford
They look in with dim eyes
And faces sweet and sad,
Upon the life that dies
Shades who have had
Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
Gracia
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Nay, nay, Antonio! nay, thou shalt not blame her,
My Gracia, who hath so deserted me.
Thou art my friend, but if thou dost defame her
I shall not hesitate to challenge thee.
Georgic 4
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Take up the tale. Upon this theme no less
Gratefully And Affectionately Inscribed To Joel Chandler Harris
© James Whitcomb Riley
_You who to the rounded prime_
_Of a life of toil and stress_,
Giraffe
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Today, I see, your glance is especially sad
And your arms, embracing your knees, especially thin.
Garden
© John Greenleaf Whittier
O painter of the fruits and flowers,
We own wise design,
Where these human hands of ours
May share work of Thine!
George And The Chimney-Sweep
© Ann Taylor
HIS petticoats now George cast off,
For he ws four years old;
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
'Twas thus she comforted her soul. And then,
She had found a friend, a phoenix among men,
Which made it easier to compound with life,
Easier to be a woman and a wife.
