Great poems

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You and You

© Edith Wharton

Every one of you won the war—
You and you and you—
Each one knowing what it was for,
And what was his job to do.

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Unconquered

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

However skilled and strong art thou, my foe,

However fierce is thy relentless hate

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The Shepheardes Calender: July

© Edmund Spenser

Morrell.
Ah good Algrin, his hap was ill,
But shall be bett in time.
Now farwell shepheard, sith thys hyll
thou hast such doubt to climbe.

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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 06:

© Conrad Aiken

The fisherman draws his streaming net from the sea
And sails toward the far-off city, that seems
Like one vague tower.
The dark bow plunges to foam on blue-black waves,
And shrill rain seethes like a ghostly music about him
In a quiet shower.

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A Legend Of Christ's Nativity

© Duncan Campbell Scott

At Bethlehem upon the hill,
  The day was done, the night was nigh,
The dusk was deep and had its will,
The stars were very small and still,
  Like unblown tapers, faint and high.

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Charity

© William Cowper

Fairest and foremost of the train that wait

On man's most dignified and happiest state,

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Sketch Of A Political Character

© William Watson

  Would that some call he could not choose but heed--
Of private passion or of public need--
At last might sting to life that slothful power,
And snare him into greatness for an hour!

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Richard Watson Gilder

© Henry Van Dyke

IN MEMORIAM

Soul of a soldier in a poet's frame,

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A Sunset

© Victor Marie Hugo

I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,

Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,

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Caught in the Undertow

© Christopher Morley

COLIN, worshipping some frail,
By self-deception sways her:
Calls himself unworthy male,
Hardly even fit to praise her.

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The Farmer's Daughter Cherry

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

The Farmer quit what he was at,

  The bee-hive he was smokin':

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The Dedication: to Cornelius

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

To whom do I send this fresh little book


of wit, just polished off with dry pumice?

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To The Reformers Of England

© John Greenleaf Whittier

GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fight
Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,
For better is your sense of right
Than king-craft's triple mail.

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The End Of The Play

© William Makepeace Thackeray

The play is done; the curtain drops,

 Slow falling to the prompter's bell:

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The Lucky Horseshoe

© James Thomas Fields

One morn, demoralized with grief,
The farmer clamored for relief;
And prayed right hard to understand
What witchcraft now possessed his land;
Why house and farm in misery grew
Since he nailed up that “lucky” shoe.

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The Plaint Of A Rejected Wife

© Confucius

  No cherishing you give,
  I'm hostile in your eyes.
  As pedler's wares for which none cares,
  My virtues you despise.

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Bahram The Hunter

© Robert Laurence Binyon

When Bahram rode to the chase,
Then saw ye his soul's delight
Full on his kingly face.
Who could his steed outpace?

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My Spirit

© Thomas Traherne

My naked simple Life was I;  

 That Act so strongly shin’d  

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Upon The Thief

© John Bunyan

The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;

Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.

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The Scythians

© Alexander Blok

You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations
Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.
We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!
Try to wage war with us-you'll try no more!