Good poems
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Watercolor Of Grantchester Meadows
© Sylvia Plath
There, spring lambs jam the sheepfold. In air
Stilled, silvered as water in a glass
Nothing is big or far.
The small shrew chitters from its wilderness
Lac Souci
© William Henry Drummond
Talk about lakes! deres none dat lies in
Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
The Prisoner Of Chillon
© George Gordon Byron
Sonnet on Chillon
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Resurrection, imperfect
© John Donne
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast
As yet, the wound thou tookst on friday last;
Nathan The Wise - Act I
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
O Nathan, Nathan,
How miserable you had nigh become
During this little absence; for your house -
Sonnet XXIX: The Moonstar
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
The King's Task
© Rudyard Kipling
After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name,
In the years that the lights were darkened, or ever St. Wilfrid
I Want It Now
© Roald Dahl
Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
At A Vacation Exercise In The Colledge, Part Latin, Part English. The Latin Speeches Ended, The Eng
© John Milton
Then Ens is represented as Father of the Predicaments his ten
Sons, whereof the Eldest stood for Substance with his Canons,
which Ens thus speaking, explains.
To a Lady, with Some Coloured Patterns of Flowers
© William Shenstone
Madam,-
Though rude the draughts, though artless seem the lines,
Love-All
© Benjamin Jonson
The decorously informative church
Guide to Sex suggested that any urge
could well be controlled by playing tennis:
and the game provided also "many
harmless opportunities for healthy
social intercourse between the sexes."
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
You know the story of my birth, the name
Which I inherited for good and ill,
The secret of my father's fame and shame,
His tragedy and death on that dark hill.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto III.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child!
In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O the simple, child-like trust!
O the faith that could believe
What the harnessed, iron-mailed
Knights of Christendom had failed,
By their prowess, to achieve,
They, the children, could and must!
Trivia; or the Art of Walking the Streets of London: Book I.
© John Gay
Of the Implements for Walking the Streets,
and Signs of the Weather.
Empire Building
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"I'll teach them how to work, and how to pray."
Oh, John, you never think before your day
Rome was, Greece wascan one believe it true?
Great Egypt died, and never heard of you!
Your Eyes Go Sad
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Your eyes go sad. You're not
Listening to what I say.
They doze, dream, fade out.
Not listening. I talk away.
