Great poems

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Argemone

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

The terrible night-watch is over,

I turn where I lie,

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The Sixth Book Of Homer's Iliads

© George Chapman



  To this great Hector said:

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Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act II.

© George Gordon Byron

CHAMOIS HUNTER
No, no -- yet pause -- thou must not yet go forth:
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But whither?

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The Crown Of Empire

© George Essex Evans

Free is the wind that lashes into foam

The fortress waves that gird the Sea-King’s home

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The Mystery Of Gilgal

© John Hay

The darkest, strangest mystery
I ever read, or heern, or see,
Is 'long of a drink at Taggart's Hall,--
  Tom Taggart's of Gilgal.

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Differences

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

My neighbor lives on the hill,
  And I in the valley dwell,
  My neighbor must look down on me,
  Must I look up?--ah, well,
  My neighbor lives on the hill,
  And I in the valley dwell.

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A Chord Of Colour

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

My Lady clad herself in grey,

  That caught and clung about her throat;

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Unpublished Poem I

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,
Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;
Brown, the big Visigoth, wielding blunt hammer,
Mauls right and left the Queen's syntax.

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The Mill

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

WINDING and grinding
Round goes the mill:
Winding and grinding
Should never stand still.

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The Shepherd's Week : Wednesday; or, The Dumps

© John Gay

Sparabella.

The wailings of a maiden I recite,

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Wanderers

© Robert Laurence Binyon

O there are wanderers over wave and strand
Invisible and secret, everywhere
Moving thro' light and night from land to land,
Swifter than bird or cloud upon the air.

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Georgic 4

© Publius Vergilius Maro

Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now

Take up the tale. Upon this theme no less

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Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side

© Benjamin Tompson

But may a Rural Pen try to set forth

Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth

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The Last Suttee

© Rudyard Kipling

Udai Chand lay sick to death
 In his hold by Gungra hill.
All night we heard the death-gongs ring
For the soul of the dying Rajpoot King,
All night beat up from the women's wing
 A cry that we could not still.

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When Friends Drop In

© Edgar Albert Guest

It may be I'm old-fashioned, but the times I like the best
Are not the splendid parties with the women gaily dressed,
And the music tuned for dancing and the laughter of the throng,
With a paid comedian's antics or a hired musician's song,
But the quiet times of friendship, with the chuckles and the grin,
And the circle at the fireside when a few good friends drop in.

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 04

© Torquato Tasso

XLIII

The Pagan ill defenced with sword or targe,

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The Renewal

© Robert Laurence Binyon

No more of sorrow, the world's old distress,
Nor war of thronging spirits numberless,
Immortal ardours in brief days confined,
No more the languid fever of mankind

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Legend

© Stephen Vincent Benet

The trees were sugared like wedding-cake
With a bright hoar frost, with a very cold snow,
When we went begging for Jesus' sake,
Penniless children, years ago.

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The Roman: A Dramatic Poem

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.