Good poems
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On The Death of The Rev'd Dr. Sewall
© Phillis Wheatley
Now this faint Semblance of his life complete
He is, thro' Jesus, made divinely great
And left a glorious pattern to repeat
Praise Of A Rabbit-Catcher
© Confucius
Careful he sets his rabbit-nets all round;
_Chang-chang_ his blows upon the pegs resound.
Stalwart the man and bold! his bearing all
Shows he might be his prince's shield and wall.
A Panegyric
© Edmund Waller
While with a strong and yet a gentle hand,
You bridle faction, and our hearts command,
Protect us from ourselves, and from the foe,
Make us unite, and make us conquer too;
The Two Friends
© Carolyn Wells
A Spider and a Centipede went out to take a walk;
The Centipede said frankly, "I will listen while you talk,
But I may appear distracted, or assume a vacant stare,
Because to keep my feet in step requires my constant care."
The Mallee Fire
© Charles Henry Souter
I SUPPOSE it just depends on where youre raised,
Once I met a cove as swore by green belar!
The Squatter of the Olden Time
© Anonymous
I'll sing to you a fine new song, made by my blessed mate,
Of a fine Australian squatter who had a fine estate,
Who swore by right pre-emptive at a sanguinary rate
That by his rams, his ewes, his lambs, Australia was made great -
Like a fine Australian squatter, one of the olden time.
The Blind Mans Bride
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHEN first, beloved, in vanish'd hours
The blind man sought thy love to gain,
They said thy cheek was bright as flowers
Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot The Tyrant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Choose Reform or Civil War,
When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs,
A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs,
Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.'
An Old Proverb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What is the value then
To all those sleeping men?
It will be all the same,
Passion and grief and blame.
This in the years to be,
My God, the tragedy!
Sleep
© Arthur Symons
What is good for fever, except sleep?
What is good for love, but to forget?
Bury love deep,
Deeper than sound sleep,
And let
Fever drowse a little, and the heart forget.
Pairing Time Anticipated. A Fable
© William Cowper
Moral
Misses! the tale that I relate
This lesson seems to carry
Choose not alone a proper mate,
But proper time to marry.
Fancies At Leisure - II
© William Michael Rossetti
I. In Spring
The sky is blue here, scarcely with a stain
The Son's Sorrow
© William Morris
The King has asked of his son so good,
Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?
O fair it is to ride abroad.
Thou playest not, and thou laughest not;
All thy good game is clean forgot.
A Guinevere
© Madison Julius Cawein
Sullen gold down all the sky,
In the roses sultry musk;
Nightingales hid in the dusk
Yonder sob and sigh.
Hypotheses Hypochondriacae
© Charles Kingsley
And should she die, her grave should be
Upon the bare top of a sunny hill,
Windsor Forest
© Alexander Pope
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
