Good poems
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Evangeline: Part The Second. IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
Trouble on the Selection
© Henry Lawson
You lazy boy, youre here at last,
You must be wooden-legged;
We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
© Oscar Wilde
We are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
Concerning Resolution
© Thomas Parnell
Happy the man whose firm resolves obtain
Assisting Grace to burst his sinfull chain
Hands
© Stephen Vincent Benet
My wifes hands are long and thin,
Fit to catch a spirit in,
Fit to set a subtle snare
For something lighter than the air.
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
© William Wordsworth
Brook! whose society the Poet seeks,
Intent his wasted spirits to renew;
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Well,it was two days after my husband died
Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
The Great Pig Story Of The Tweed.
© James Brunton Stephens
HANDS off, old man!" the young man cried
They stood beside the Tweed,
When Green Leaves Come again
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
WHEN green leaves come again, my love,
When green leaves come again,--
Why put on such a cloudy face,
When green leaves come again?
The Last Room
© Bliss William Carman
THERE, close the door!
I shall not need these lodgings any more.
Now that I go, dismantled wall and floor
Reproach me and deplore.
To Be Alone
© George Herbert
By all means use sometimes to be alone,
Salute thyself; see what the soul doth wear.
Dare to look in thy chest, for tis thine own,
And tumble up and down what thou findst there,
Who cannot rest till he good fellows find,
He breaks up house, turns out of doors his mind.
To The Superior Animal
© Anna Laetitia Waring
To sum up all, I'm old - and that's
A fact the years decide;
It is a common thing with cats
And not a thing to hide.
E Tenebris
© Oscar Wilde
From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height."
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
The wounded hands, the weary human face.
A Ballad Of The Town Water
© Robert Fuller Murray
It is the Police Commissioners,
All on a winter's day;
And they to prove the town water
Have set themselves away.
And You, Helen
© Edward Thomas
And you, Helen, what should I give you?
So many things I would give you
The Failing Track
© George MacDonald
Where went the feet that hitherto have come?
Here yawns no gulf to quench the flowing past!
With lengthening pauses broke, the path grows dumb;
The grass floats in; the gazer stands aghast.
