Good poems
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The Sleepers
© Walt Whitman
I WANDER all night in my vision,
Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and
stopping,
Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers,
Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory,
Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping.
Now The Lilac Trees In Bud
© Bliss William Carman
NOW the lilac tree's in bud,
And the morning birds are loud.
Now a stirring in the blood
Moves the heart of every crowd.
To A Rich Vulgarian
© Sappho
Thou fool that thou shouldst plume thyself
On rich attire, on jewel-hoard,
The New World
© Robert Laurence Binyon
To the People of the United States
Now is the time of the splendour of Youth and Death.
To A Certain Cantatrice
© Walt Whitman
HERE, take this gift!
I was reserving it for some hero, speaker, or General,
The Hands That Hang Down
© Ada Cambridge
O Lord, I am so tired!
My heart is sick and sore.
I work, and work, and do no good-
And I can try no more!
A Poem. For the AMA at New York, 1853
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FOR THE MEETING OF THE AMERICAN MEDICAL ASSOCIATION
AT NEW YORK, MAY 5, 1853
The Duellist - Book I
© Charles Churchill
The clock struck twelve; o'er half the globe
Darkness had spread her pitchy robe:
The "Story Of Ida"
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Weary of jangling noises never stilled,
The skeptic's sneer, the bigot's hate, the din
Pauline Pavlovna
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ah! your heart said that?
You trust your heart, then! 'T is a serious risk!-
How is it you and others wear no mask?
HE.
The Three Bells
© John Greenleaf Whittier
BENEATH the low-hung night cloud
That raked her splintering mast
The good ship settled slowly,
The cruel leak gained fast.
To My Sister: On Her Twenty-First Birthday
© George MacDonald
Old fables are not all a lie
That tell of wondrous birth,
Of Titan children, father Sky,
And mighty mother Earth.
Lines To A Friend Visiting America
© George Meredith
Now farewell to you! you are
One of my dearest, whom I trust:
Now follow you the Western star,
And cast the old world off as dust.
When Ham And Sham And Japhet: A Sailor's Song
© Harry Kemp
When Ham and Shem and Japhet
They walked the capstan round
Zacchaeus
© George MacDonald
To whom the heavy burden clings,
It yet may serve him like a staff;
One day the cross will break in wings,
The sinner laugh a holy laugh.
A Tryst
© Celia Thaxter
From out the desolation of the North
An iceberg took it away,
From its detaining comrades breaking forth,
And traveling night and day.
