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Grief

© Arthur Symons

The wind shook not in grass nor leaf,
I had lain down with Perfect Grief,
Not yet had come that angry thief
Night that gives Passion some relief.

Gigantic daughter of the West,

© Alfred Tennyson

Gigantic daughter of the West,

We drink to thee across the flood,

Gas

© Charles Bukowski

I didn't much like that:
first farting
then saying that.

Gideon's Fleece

© John Newton

The signs which God to Gideon gave,
His holy Sovereignty made known;
That He alone has pow'r to save,
And claims the glory as his own.

For sixteen years, a merry, laughing maiden,
I have warbl'd only songs of joy;
And in this heart, so very lightly laden,
Happy thoughts have ever found employ.
But times will change! and now there comes a sorrow,
Which bids me ev'ry joy resign:

Girl To A Soldier On leave

© Isaac Rosenberg

Girl To A Soldier On Leave
Love! You love me your eyes
Have looked through death at mine.
You have tempted a grave too much
I let you I repine.

Ghazal 3

© Daagh Dehlvi

na maza hai dushmani main na hai lutf dosti main
koi gair gair hota koi yar yar hota

Great City

© Harold Monro

When all the lamps were lighted in the town
I passed into the street ways and I watched,
Wakeful, almost happy,
And half the night I wandered in the street.

Gipsy Vans

© Rudyard Kipling

Unless you come of the Gypsy stock

That steals by night and day,

General Grant -- The Hero Of The War

© George Moses Horton

Brave Grant, thou hero of the war,

Thou art the emblem of the morning star,

Goading the Muse

© Charles Bukowski

this man used to be an

interesting writer,

Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885

© James Whitcomb Riley

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest, and held no
path but as wild adventure led him... And he returned and came again to his
horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture; and
unlaced his helm, and ungirdled his sword, and laid him down to sleep upon
his shield before the cross. --Age of Chivalary

Grammarye

© John Kenyon

"Argantyr! awakeawake
Hervor bids thy slumbers fly.
Magic chords around thee break;
Argantyr! replyreply."

Golf Steals Our Youth

© Norman Rowland Gale

Have you seen the golfers airy

Prancing forth to their vagary,

Grass

© Bai Juyi

The grass is spreading out across the plain,

Each year, it dies, then flourishes again.

Gentildonna

© Ezra Pound

She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now
Moving among the trees, and clinging
in the air she severed,
Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures:
Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky.