Great poems

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Here Lies The Blithe Spring

© Thomas Dekker

HERE lies the blithe Spring,

Who first taught birds to sing,

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The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,

How the handsome Yenadizze

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Nostradamus's Prophecy

© Andrew Marvell

  For faults and follies London's doom shall fix,

  And she must sink in flames in "sixty-six";

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St. Dorothy

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

  And Theophile burnt in the cheek, and said:
Yea, could one see it, this were marvellous.
I pray you, at your coming to this house,
Give me some leaf of all those tree-branches;
Seeing how so sharp and white our weather is,
There is no green nor gracious red to see.

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The Shadowy Waters: The Shadowy Waters

© William Butler Yeats

Second Sailor.  And I had thought to make
  A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn—
  For I am getting on in life—to something
  That has less ups and downs than robbery.

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Sion

© George Herbert

Lord, with what glorie wast thou serv'd of old,
When Solomon's temple stood and flourished!
  Where most things were of purest gold;
  The wood was all embellished
With flowers and carvings mysticall and rare:
All show'd the builder's, crav'd the seer's care.

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The Beautiful City

© James Whitcomb Riley

The Beautiful City! Forever

Its rapturous praises resound;

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Dear Motherland Of France

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

DEDICATED TO THE MEN AND WOMEN OF FRANCE

Our Motherland, dear Motherland,

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How Great My Grief

© Thomas Hardy

How great my grief, my joys how few,

Since first it was my fate to know thee!

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The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms

© George Crabbe

floor.
  Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his

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Sonnett - V

© James Russell Lowell

TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATS

Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,

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Nightmare, With Angels

© Stephen Vincent Benet

An angel came to me and stood by my bedside,

Remarking in a professorial-historical-economic and irritated voice,

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The Farewell

© Charles Churchill

_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell

To all the follies which in Europe dwell;

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Life And Hereafter

© Edgar Albert Guest

NOT over there do I await

Reward for patience here below,

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Little and Great

© Charles Mackay

A traveller on a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea;
And one took root and sprouted up,
And grew into a tree.

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The New-Old Opposition

© George Canning

It is said, the Great Men, who are seized with the pouts,
 At their suddenly alter'd condition;
Who so late were the Ins, and so soon were the Outs,
 Have decreed a severe Opposition.

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Lakshman

© Toru Dutt

"Hark! Lakshman! Hark, again that cry!

 It is, - it is my husband's voice!

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Ode IX: To Curio

© Mark Akenside

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Thrice hath the spring beheld thy faded fame 

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A Woman's Love

© John Hay

A sentinel angel sitting high in glory
Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
"Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!

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Rantoul

© John Greenleaf Whittier

One day, along the electric wire
His manly word for Freedom sped;
We came next morn: that tongue of fire
Said only, "He who spake is dead!"