Good poems
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Anticipation
© George Frederick Cameron
Anticipation is the oil that feeds
The flame of life. It is the Siren fair
The Unfinished Book
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
TAKE it, reader, idly passing,
This, like other idle lines;
Take it, critic, great at classing
Subtle genius and its signs:
The Future Verdict
© Ada Cambridge
How will our unborn children scoff at us
In the good years to come,
The happier years to come,
Because, like driven sheep, we yielded thus,
Before the shearers dumb.
The Auncient Acquaintance, Madam, Betwen Vs Twayn
© John Skelton
The auncient acquaintance, madam, betwen vs twayn,
The famylyaryte, the formal dalyaunce,
The Borrowed Axe
© John Newton
The prophets sons, in time of old,
Though to appearance poor;
Were rich without possessing gold,
And honoured, though obscure.
Cui Bono
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Oh! wind that whistles o'er thorns and thistles,
Of this fruitful earth like a goblin elf;
A Study in the 'Nood'
© Henry Lawson
He was barewe dont want to be rude
(His condition was owing to drink)
Gladys And Her Island
© Jean Ingelow
“Ah, well, but I am here; but I have seen
The gay gorse bushes in their flowering time;
I know the scent of bean-fields; I have heard
The satisfying murmur of the main.”
The Practical Joker
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Oh what a fund of joy jocund lies hid in harmless hoaxes!
What keen enjoyment springs
The Careless Good Fellow
© John Oldham
A pox of this fooling, and plotting of late,
What a pother, and stir has it kept in the state?
Bishops Caundle
© William Barnes
At peace day, who but we should goo
To Caundle vor an' hour or two:
The Parting Day
© Edith Wharton
SOME busy hands have brought to light,
And laid beneath my eye,
The dress I wore that afternoon
You came to say good-by.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 06
© Torquato Tasso
LXXI
Aurora bright her crystal gates unbarred,
The Bard Of Breffney
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Withered with years and broken by Time's play
I still do live, who only seek to lay
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
A Good Father
© William Barnes
No; mind thy father. When his tongue
Is keen, he's still thy friend, John,
Benedicite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
God's love and peace be with thee, where
Soe'er this soft autumnal air
Lifts the dark tresses of thy hair.
Psalm CIV. Paraphrased
© James Thomson
To praise thy Author, Soul, do not forget;
Canst thou, in gratitude, deny the debt?
Lord, thou art great, how great we cannot know;
Honour and majesty do round thee flow.
