Good poems

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The Philosopher

© Emily Jane Brontë

Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?

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Olney Hymn 7: Vanity of the World

© William Cowper

God gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good.
Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.

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The Lady of the Lake: Canto III. - The Gathering

© Sir Walter Scott

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Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore,
  Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store

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The Woman of Samaria

© George MacDonald

In the hot sun, for water cool
She walked in listless mood:
When back she ran, her pitcher full
Forgot behind her stood.

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The Offside Leader

© William Henry Ogilvie

This is the wish, as he told it to me,

Of Driver Macpherson of Battery B.

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Sweetheart, Goodbye

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

SWEETHEART, good-bye! Our varied day
Is closing into twilight gray,
And up from bare, bleak wastes of sea
The north-wind rises mournfully;

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What Sayest Thou, Traveller

© Paul Verlaine

What sayst thou, traveller, of all thou saw'st afar?
  On every tree hangs boredom, ripening to its fall,
Didst gather it, thou smoking yon thy sad cigar,
  Black, casting an incongruous shadow on the wall?

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Elegiac Feelings American

© Gregory Corso

Aye, what happened to you, dear friend, compassionate friend,
is what is happening to everyone and thing of
planet the clamorous sadly desperate planet now
one voice less. . . expendable as the wind. . . gone,
and who'll now blow away the awful miasma of
sick, sick and dying earthflesh-soul America

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The Lady Of La Garaye - Part I

© Caroline Norton

So, till the day when over Dinan's walls
The Autumn sunshine of my story falls;
And the guests bidden, gather for the chase,
And the smile brightens on the lovely face
That greets them in succession as they come
Into that high and hospitable home.

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Sonnet: Before He Went

© John Keats

BEFORE he went to feed with owls and bats

Nebuchadnezzar had an ugly dream,

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The Neglected Wife

© John Kenyon

They tell me that my face is fair,

  That sunny smiles are on my cheek—

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One Hundred and Three

© Henry Lawson

They shut a man in the four-by-eight, with a six-inch slit for air,
Twenty-three hours of the twenty-four, to brood on his virtues there.
And the dead stone walls and the iron door close in as an iron band
On eyes that followed the distant haze far out on the level land.

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Dreams

© Emma Lazarus

A DREAM of lilies: all the blooming earth,
A garden full of fairies and of flowers;
Its only music the glad cry of mirth,
While the warm sun weaves golden-tissued hours;

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Elegy, Written In The Year 1758

© James Beattie

Still, shall unthinking man substantial deem
The forms that fleet through life's deceitful dream?
On clouds, where Fancy's beam amusive plays,
Shall heedless Hope the towering fabric raise?

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Living Without God In The World

© Charles Lamb

Mystery of God! thou brave & beauteous world!

Made fair with light, & shade, & stars, & flowers;

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The Forest Pool

© Edith Nesbit

LEAN down and see your little face
  Reflected in the forest pool,
Tall foxgloves grow about the place,
  Forget-me-nots grow green and cool.
Look deep and see the naiad rise
To meet the sunshine of your eyes.

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The Size

© George Herbert

  Content thee, greedie heart.
Modest and moderate joyes to those, that have
Title to more hereafter when they part,
  Are passing brave.
  Let th' upper springs into the low
  Descend and fall, and thou dost flow.

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

We came at last, alas! I see it yet,
With its open windows on the upper floor,
To a certain house still stirring, with lights set,
And just a chink left open of the door.

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New Morality

© George Canning


But say,-indignant does the Muse retire,
Her shrine deserted, and extinct its fire?
No pious hand to feed the sacred flame,
No raptured soul a Poet's charge to claim.

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Coogee

© Henry Kendall

Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,

With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light;