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When we've arrived by boat or rail, and feeling pretty well,
And humped our heavy gladstones to the Great Norsouth Hotel;
And when we've had a wash and brush and changed biled rags for soft
And ate a hearty country meal our spirits go aloft!
(Damn the city!)

Ghazal 2

© Daagh Dehlvi

gar marz ho dava kare koi
marne vale ka kya kare koi

Gloves by Jose Angel Araguz: American Life in Poetry #196 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

One of the most effective means for conveying strong emotion is to invest some real object with one's feelings, and then to let the object carry those feelings to the reader. Notice how the gloves in this short poem by JoseÂ´ Angel Araguz of Oregon carry the heavy weight of the speaker's loss. Gloves

I made up a story for myself once,
That each glove I lost
Was sent to my father in prison

Gualterus Danistonus, Ad Amicos. - And Imitation

© Matthew Prior

Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae,

Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis

Gibeon

© John Newton

When Joshua, by God's command,
Invaded Canaan's guilty land;
Gibeon, unlike the nations round,
Submission made and mercy found.

Going Down In Ships

© Harry Kemp

Going down to sea in ships
Is a glorious thing,
Where up and over the rolling waves
The seabirds wing;

Genesis BK XVIII

© Caedmon

(ll. 1082-1089) And there was also in that tribe another son of
Lamech, called Tubal Cain, a smith skilled in his craft. He was
the first of all men on the earth to fashion tools of husbandry;
and far and wide the city-dwelling sons of men made use of bronze
and iron.

Growth

© Ernest Christopher Dowson

I watched the glory of her childhood change,
Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
(Loved long ago in lily-time),
Become a maid, mysterious and strange,
With fair, pure eyes - dear eyes, but not the eyes I knew
Of old, in the olden time!

George Rolleston

© George MacDonald

Dead art thou? No more dead than was the maid
Over whose couch the saving God did stand-
"She is not dead but sleepeth," said,
And took her by the hand!

Good Counsel of Chaucer

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Flee from the press, and dwell with soothfastness;

Suffice thee thy good, though it be small;

"Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells"

© Alfred Austin

Give me a roof where Wisdom dwells,
Where honeysuckle smiles and smells,
A bleating flock, some lowing kine,
An honest welcome always mine,
A homely draught, a humble meal,

Gray-Eyed King

© Anna Akhmatova

The Grey-Eyed King

Hail! Hail to thee, o, immovable pain!
The young grey-eyed king had been yesterday slain.

Garrison

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,
Go, soul of freedom! take at last
The place which thou alone canst fill.

God Bless You

© William Herbert Carruth

When you've struggled hard and long
And the battle has gone wrong
And a world of cares oppress you,
Like cool water from a spring,
Like the balm the south-winds bring,
Are the simple words, "God bless you."

George Eliot

Dead! Is she dead?

And all that light extinguished!

Gabriel's Grub Song

Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,

A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;

Gham Raha Jab Tak

Gham raha jab tak k dam main dam raha

dil k jane ka nihayat gham raha

Gold Mouths Cry

© Sylvia Plath

The bronze boy stands kneedeep in centuries,
and never grieves,
remembering a thousand autumns,
with sunlight of a thousand years upon his lips
and his eyes gone blind with leaves.