Good poems
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Black Lizzie
© Henry Kendall
But let them pass! To right your wrong,
Aspasia of the ardent South,
Your poet means to sing a song
With some prolixity of mouth.
The Chant Of The Cross-Bearing Child
© James Whitcomb Riley
I bear dis cross dis many a mile.
O de cross-bearin' chile--
De cross-bearin' chile!
Don Juan: Canto The Fourth
© George Gordon Byron
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
Good-Bye My Fancy!
© Walt Whitman
blended into one;
Then if we die we die together, (yes,we'll remain one,)
If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,
May-be it is yourself now really ushering me
The Keeper of Sheep (Excepts)
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
But my sadness is calm
Because it is natural and right
And is what there should be in the soul
When it is thinking it exists
And the hands are picking flowers without noticing
which.
Sea Breeze
© Stéphane Mallarme
The flesh is sad, Alas! and Ive read all the books.
Lets go! Far off. Lets go! I sense
The Room Beneath the Rafters
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sometimes when I have dropped asleep,
Draped in soft luxurious gloom,
How To Not Settle It
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I LIKE, at times, to hear the steeples' chimes
With sober thoughts impressively that mingle;
But sometimes, too, I rather like--don't you?--
To hear the music of the sleigh bells' jingle.
The Star On His Forehead
© William Henry Ogilvie
The lift of his action is rhythmic and right,
His depth through the heart is a horseman's delight,
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 04
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
Thus spake the nymph, yet spake but to the wind,
To The Mind Of Man
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
So soon as from the Earth formless and rude
One living step had chased drear Solitude
Thou wert, Thought; thy brightness charmed the lids
Of the vast snake Eternity, who kept
The tree of good and evil.--
The Gentle Hint
© Edward Harrington
The old man sat upon his swag his eyes were red and bleared.
I doubt hed had a wash for days or even combed his beard.
He cadged my pouch and filled his pipe and calmly blew a cloud
Some blokes aint got no pride he said, but I was always proud.
The Meeting
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The elder folks shook hands at last,
Down seat by seat the signal passed.
Guild's Signal
© Francis Bret Harte
Two low whistles, quaint and clear:
That was the signal the engineer--
A Dream
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
I dreamt a dream, a dazzling dream, of a green isle far away,
Where the glowing West to the ocean's breast calleth the dying day;
The Clover
© James Whitcomb Riley
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose,
And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime
Morning Hymn
© George MacDonald
O Lord of life, thy quickening voice
Awakes my morning song!
In gladsome words I would rejoice
That I to thee belong.
Ode to Captain Paery
© Thomas Hood
Paery, my man! has thy brave leg
Yet struck its foot against the peg
On which the world is spun?
Or hast thou found No Thoroughfare
Writ by the hand of Nature there
Where man has never run!
The Shepheardes Calender: August
© Edmund Spenser
Cuddye.
Sicker sike a roundle neuer heard I none.
Little lacketh Perigot of the best.
And Willye is not greatly ouergone,
So weren his vndersongs well addrest.
