Good poems

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The Oak And The Broom

© William Wordsworth

A Pastoral 
  I
HIS simple truths did Andrew glean
Beside the babbling rills;

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Le Cygne (The Swan)

© Charles Baudelaire

Andromaque, je pense à vous! Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir où jadis resplendit
L'immense majesté de vos douleurs de veuve,
Ce Simoïs menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,

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March, March, Ettrick and Teviotdale

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,  

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The Golden Boy

© Katharine Tynan

IN times of peace, so clean and bright,
And with a new-washed morning face,
He walked Pall Mall, a goodly sight,
The finished flower of all the race.

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Admonition

© Emil Aarestrup

This blue that is called azure-blue,
This scoop of water, clump of earth,
This foolish nonsense of no worth,
Called good and evil by some pedants too –

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Water Ballad

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Come hither, gently rowing,

Come, bear me quickly o'er

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The Example of Vertu : Cantos I.-VII.

© Stephen Hawes

Here begynneth the boke called the example of vertu.
The prologe.
Whan I aduert in my remembraunce
The famous draughtes of poetes eloquent

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The Hill Men

© William Henry Ogilvie

Mark you that group as it stands by the stell !-
Here is no ponderous pride,
Here is no swagger, no place for the swell,
But a handful of fellows who'11 ride
A fox to his death over upland and fell
Where a hundred good foxes have died.

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The Railroad

© William Barnes

An' while I went 'ithin a traïn,

  A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn,

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The Monitions of the Unseen

© Jean Ingelow

Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.

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Mankind

© Piet Hein

Men, said the Devil,
are good to their brothers:
they don’t want to mend
their own ways, but each others.

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Memories

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A beautiful and happy girl,

With step as light as summer air,

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The Wedding Band

© Forough Farrokhzad

Everyone said: Congratulations and best wishes!
the girl said: Alas
that I still have doubts about its meaning.

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Studies By The Sea

© Charlotte Turner Smith

AH ! wherefore do the incurious say,

That this stupendous ocean wide,

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A Pipe Of Tobacco

© Henry Fielding

Let the learned talk of books,
The glutton of cooks,
The lover of Celia's soft smack—O!
No mortal can boast
So noble a toast
As a pipe of accepted tobacco.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fifth Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. Now show me how I may be able for myself to consider the conditions
of these enthusiasts, through that which appears in the order of the
warfare here described.

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Sonnet On Affixing A Tablet To The Memory Of Captain Cook And Sir Joseph Banks Against The Rock Of T

© Barron Field

I have been musing what our Banks had said

And Cook, had they had second sight, that here

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A Legacy

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

No living atom comes at last to naught!
 Active in each is still the eternal Thought:
 Hold fast to Being if thou wouldst be blest.
 Being is without end; for changeless laws
 Bind that from which the All its glory draws
 Of living treasures endlessly possessed.

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Love's Servile Lot

© Robert Southwell

LOVE, mistress is of many minds,
 Yet few know whom they serve;
They reckon least how little Love
 Their service doth deserve.

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Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)

© William Makepeace Thackeray

I paced upon my beat
 With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
 Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.