Good poems
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Her Letter
© Francis Bret Harte
I'm sitting alone by the fire,
Dressed just as I came from the dance,
Opusculum
© John Henry Newman
Fair Cousin, thy page
is small to encage
the thoughts which engage
the mind of a sage,
such as I am;
Walking Around (Original Spanish)
© Pablo Neruda
It so happens I am sick of being a man.
And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie
houses
dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt
steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes.
The Child World
© Edgar Albert Guest
The child world is a wondrous world,
For there the flags of hate are furled,
Voyage of the Jettie
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A shallow stream, from fountains
Deep in the Sandwich mountains,
Ran lake ward Bearcamp River;
And, between its flood-torn shores,
Sped by sail or urged by oars
No keel had vexed it ever.
"Formerly A Slave"
© Herman Melville
The sufferance of her race is shown,
And retrospect of life,
Which now too late deliverance dawns upon;
Yet is she not at strife.
Song. The Smile
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
LET others love the pearly tear,
The blushing cheek adorning;
And say, 'tis like the dew-drop clear,
That gems the rose of morning.
The Word
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
In the days when the God eternal
Was declining face to the new world,
By the Word they stopped the suns inferno,
And destroyed the towns by the Word.
Requiem
© Edith Nesbit
NOW veiled in the inviolable past
Love lies asleep, who never more will wake;
Nor would you wake him, even for my sake
Who for your sake pray he sleep sound at last.
Somebody Spoke A Cheering Word
© Edgar Albert Guest
SOMEBODY spoke a cheering word,
Somebody praised his labor,
To The Additional Examiner For 1875
© James Clerk Maxwell
Queen Cram went straying
Where Tait was swaying,
Elijah
© Henry Kendall
INTO that good old Hebrews soul sublime
The spirit of the wilderness had passed;
Don Juan: Canto The Tenth
© George Gordon Byron
When Newton saw an apple fall, he found
In that slight startle from his contemplation--
Bored And Sad
© Mikhail Lermontov
It's boring and sad, and there's no one around
In times of my spirit's travail…
Desires!…What use is our vain and eternal desire?..
While years pass on by - all the best years!
Little Trotty Wagtail
© John Clare
Little trotty wagtail he went in the rain,
And tittering, tottering sideways he neer got straight again,
He stooped to get a worm, and looked up to get a fly,
And then he flew away ere his feathers they were dry.
Book Third [Residence at Cambridge]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
And nothing cheered our way till first we saw
The long-roofed chapel of King's College lift
Turrets and pinnacles in answering files,
Extended high above a dusky grove.
The Secret
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
WHAT says the wind to the waving trees?
What says the wave to the river?
Wordsworth
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dear friends, who read the world aright,
And in its common forms discern
A beauty and a harmony
The many never learn!
