Good poems
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To My Brothers
© Norman Rowland Gale
O BROTHERS, who must ache and stoop
Oer wordy tasks in London town,
"Where Is Thy Brother?"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Oh! when I think in what a thorny way
The feet of men must ever walk and stray,
I do not wonder that so many fall,
But wonder more that any stand at all.
The Dancers: (During A Great Battle, 1916)
© Dame Edith Sitwell
The floors are slippery with blood:
The world gyrates too. God is good
That while His wind blows out the light
For those who hourly die for is
We still can dance each night.
The Pastime of Pleasure: Of dysposycyon the II. parte of rethoryke - (til line 1456)
© Stephen Hawes
The seconde parte of crafty rethoryke
Maye well be called dysposycyon
822 That doth so hyghe mater aromatytyke
823 Adowne dystyll / by consolacyon
All Ashore!
© Henry Lawson
The rattling donkey ceases,
The bell says we must part,
You long slab of good-nature,
And poetry and art!
Peggy
© John Clare
Peggy said good morning and I said good bye,
When farmers dib the corn and laddies sow the rye.
Young Peggy's face was common sense and I was rather shy
When I met her in the morning when the farmers sow the rye.
Week-End
© Harold Monro
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The train! The twleve o'clock for paradise.
Hurry, or it will try to creep away.
Out in the country every one is wise:
The Song Of The Wreck
© Charles Dickens
The wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
Norembega
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE winding way the serpent takes
The mystic water took,
From where, to count its beaded lakes,
The forest sped its brook.
Kate O'Belashanny
© William Allingham
Seek up and down, both fair and brown,
We've purty lasses many, O;
The Strike Of The Fireworks
© Carolyn Wells
And so they talked and they argued, some for and some against,--
And they progressed no further than they were when they commenced.
Until in a burst of eloquence a queer little piece of punk
Arose in his place and said, "I think we ought to show some spunk.
And I for one have decided, although I am no shirk,
That to-day is a legal holiday and not even fire should work.
An Epistle To William Hogarth
© Charles Churchill
Amongst the sons of men how few are known
Who dare be just to merit not their own!
Barnham Water
© Robert Bloomfield
Fresh from the Hall of Bounty sprung,
With glowing heart and ardent eye,
Ho! Everyone That Thirsts, Draw Nigh
© Charles Wesley
Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh!
('Tis God invites the fallen race)
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.
Wit Punished Prospers Most
© Robert Herrick
Dread not the shackles; on with thine intent,
Good wits get more fame by their punishment.
Menace
© Katharine Tynan
Oh, when the land is white as milk
With bloom that lets no leaf between,
When trees are clad in grass-green silk
And thrushes sing in a gold screen:
What is it ails Dark Rosaleen?
Squire Hawkins's Story
© James Whitcomb Riley
He sized it all; and Patience laid
Her hand in John's, and looked afraid,
And waited. And a stiller set
O' folks, I KNOW, you never met
In any court room, where with dread
They wait to hear a verdick read.
At the Long Sault: May, 1660
© Archibald Lampman
All night by the foot of the mountain
The little town lieth at rest,
The sentries are peacefully pacing;
And neither from East nor from West
