Good poems
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Sarah Brown
© Edgar Lee Masters
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
The Latest Chinese Outrage
© Francis Bret Harte
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;
The Epicure
© Edgar Albert Guest
I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine,
His silverware I've handled.
Dr. Siegfried Iseman
© Edgar Lee Masters
I said when they handed me my diploma,
I said to myself I will be good
And wise and brave and helpful to others;
I said I will carry the Christian creed
A.D. Blood
© Edgar Lee Masters
If you in the village think that my work was a good one,
Who closed the saloons and stopped all playing at cards,
And haled old Daisy Fraser before Justice Arnett,
In many a crusade to purge the people of sin;
Mrs. Purkapile
© Edgar Lee Masters
He ran away and was gone for a year.
When he came home he told me the silly story
Of being kidnapped by pirates on Lake Michigan
And kept in chains so he could not write me.
Grand Is The Leisure Of The Earth
© Jean Ingelow
Grand is the leisure of the earth;
She gives her happy myriads birth,
Wendell P. Bloyd
© Edgar Lee Masters
They first charged me with disorderly conduct,
There being no statute on blasphemy.
Later they locked me up as insane
Where I was beaten to death by a Catholic guard.
Marie Bateson
© Edgar Lee Masters
You observe the carven hand
With the index finger pointing heavenward.
That is the direction, no doubt.
But how shall one follow it?
At The Gate
© Edith Nesbit
THE monastery towers, as pure and fair
As virgin vows, reached up white hands to Heaven;
Jeremy Carlisle
© Edgar Lee Masters
Passer-by, sin beyond any sin
Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.
And joy beyond any joy is the joy
Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the good
Honey Dripping From The Comb
© James Whitcomb Riley
How slight a thing may set one's fancy drifting
Upon the dead sea of the Past!--A view--
Sometimes an odor--or a rooster lifting
A far-off "OOH! OOH-OOH!"
Charitas Nimia; or, The Dear Bargain
© Richard Crashaw
Lord, what is man? why should he cost Thee
So dear? what had his ruin lost Thee?
Lord, what is man, that Thou hast over-bought
So much a thing of naught?
Yesterday and Today XII
© Khalil Gibran
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles
Vision X
© Khalil Gibran
There in the middle of the field, by the side of a crystalline stream, I saw a bird-cage whose rods and hinges were fashioned by an expert's hands
The Schoolhouse On The Plain
© Joseph Furphy
On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries join
At a level and interminable lane
You can see it there, alone, standing calmly on its own,
Like an iceberg in a solitary main.
It's a topographic base, and each near or distant place
Is located from the Schoolhouse on the Plain.
