Good poems

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An Epistle To Dr. Moore

© Helen Maria Williams

Whether dispensing hope, and ease
To the pale victim of disease,
Or in the social crowd you sit,
And charm the group with sense and wit,
Moore's partial ear will not disdain
Attention to my artless strain.

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Ballad Of The Press-Gang At Shihao Village

© Du Fu

One evening I found lodging in a village where

A press-gang stole by night to seize my aging host,

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In Oblivion

© Peter McArthur

COME, friend, there's going to be a merry meeting

After the play. Our masks we'll throw aside,

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The Wild Colonial Boy

© Anonymous

'Tis of a wild Colonial Boy, Jack Doolan was his name,
Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine.
He was his father's only hope, his mother's pride and joy,
And dearly did his parents love the wild Colonial Boy.

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The World’s Exile

© Richard Monckton Milnes

Well, I will tell you, kind adviser,
Why thus I ever roam
In distant lands, nor wish to guide
My footsteps to the fair hill--side
Where stands my sacred home.

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The Complaint of Chaucer to his Purse

© Geoffrey Chaucer

To yow, my purse, and to noon other wight

Complayne I, for ye be my lady dere!

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Teddy O'Neale

© Eliza Cook

I've come to the cabin he danced his wild jigs in,

  As neat a mud palace as ever was seen;

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Eclogue

© John Crowe Ransom

JANE SNEED BEGAN IT: My poor John, alas,
Ten years ago, pretty it was in a ring
To run as boys and girls do in the grass—
At that time leap and hollo and skip and sing
Came easily to pass.

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Sonnet 39: Come Sleep

© Sir Philip Sidney

Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain knot of peace,

The baiting-place of wit, the balm of woe,

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Sonnet: On The Death Of Prince Henry

© George Wither

Methought his royal person did foretell

A kingly stateliness, from all pride clear;

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Fine

© Edgar Albert Guest

Isn't it fine when the day is done,
And the petty battles are lost or won,
When the gold is made and the ink is dried,
To quit the struggle and turn aside
To spend an hour with your boy in play,
And let him race all of your cares away?

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The Triumph Of The Whale

© Charles Lamb

(Written in the last reign.)

Io! Pæan! Io! sing

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The Princess (part 5)

© Alfred Tennyson


Home they brought her warrior dead:
  She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
  'She must weep or she will die.'

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The Horn Of Egremont Castle

© William Wordsworth

ERE the Brothers through the gateway
Issued forth with old and young,
To the Horn Sir Eustace pointed
Which for ages there had hung.

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Night Song Of A Wandering Shepherd In Asia

© Giacomo Leopardi

What doest thou in heaven, O moon?

  Say, silent moon, what doest thou?

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Ye Heralds Of Freedom

© Anonymous

Ye heralds of freedom, ye noble and brave,
Who dare to insist on the rights of the slave,
Go onward, go onward, your cause is of God,
And he will soon sever the oppressor's strong rod.

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The Lost Galleon

© Francis Bret Harte

In sixteen hundred and forty-one,
The regular yearly galleon,
Laden with odorous gums and spice,
India cottons and India rice,
And the richest silks of far Cathay,
Was due at Acapulco Bay.

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Disinherited

© John Donne

Thy father all from thee, by his last will,

Gave to the poor ; thou hast good title still.

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At Eventide

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Poor and inadequate the shadow-play

Of gain and loss, of waking and of dream,

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Good Teacher

© Henry Van Dyke

He leadeth me in the lowly path of learning,
He prepareth a lesson for me every day;
He bringeth me to the clear fountains of instruction,
Little by little he showeth me the beauty of truth.