Great poems

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Boston Hymn

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

The word of the Lord by night
To the watching Pilgrims came,
As they sat by the seaside,
And filled their hearts with flame.

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One By One

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Little by little and one by one,
Out of the ether, were worlds created;
Star and planet and sea and sun,
All in the nebulous Nothing waited
Till the Nameless One Who has many a name
Called them to being and forth they came.

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The Rarity Of Genius

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

While yet my lip was breathing youth's first breath,

I all too young to know their deepest spell,

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The Wood Carver's Wife

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

JEAN MARCHANT, the wood-carver.
DORETTE, his wife.
LOUIS DE LOTBINIERE.
SHAGONAS, an Indian lad.

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White Symphony

© John Gould Fletcher

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FORLORN and white,

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Practising The Anthem

© Ada Cambridge

A summer wind blows through the open porch,
 And, 'neath the rustling eaves,
A summer light of moonrise, calm and pale,
 Shines through a vale of leaves.

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Canto 1: Narad

© Valmiki

To sainted Nárad, prince of those
Whose lore in words of wisdom flows.
Whose constant care and chief delight
Were Scripture and ascetic rite,

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Song II

© George Wither

Shall I, wasting in despair,

Die, because a woman's fair?

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Macaulay's New Zealander.

© James Brunton Stephens

IT little profits that, an idle man,

On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,

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The Crystal Palace

© William Makepeace Thackeray

With ganial foire
 Thransfuse me loyre,
Ye sacred nympths of Pindus,
 The whoile I sing
 That wondthrous thing,
The Palace made o' windows!

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Emancipation Day

© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

The sixties brought a clash of arms—
The mem'ry of it thrills and charms—
While Negro slaves for freedom prayed,
Till Heaven bowed to give them aid.

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Sonnet XCIV: Michelangelo 's Kiss

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Great Michelangelo, with age grown bleak

And uttermost labours, having once o'ersaid

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The Wreck Of Rivermouth

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Rivermouth Rocks are fair to see,

By dawn or sunset shone across,

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Letter From Boston

© James Russell Lowell

Dear M----

  By way of saving time,

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White Magic

© Muriel Stuart

Is it not a wonderful thing to be able to force an astonished plant to bear rare flowers which are foreign to it. . . and to obtain a marvelous result from sap which, left to itself, would have produced corollas without beauty? -VIRGIL.

I stood forlorn and pale,

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The Fan : A Poem. Book II.

© John Gay

But see, fair Venus comes in all her state;
The wanton Loves and Graces round her wait;
With her loose robe officious Zephyrs play,
And strow with odoriferous flowers the way.
In her right hand she waves the fluttering fan,
And thus in melting sounds her speech began.

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The Australian Muse

© Leon Gellert

Uplift thy lyre, and touch the tender strings;

But leave unsung the epics of thy land

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Losses

© Heinrich Heine

Youth is leaving me; but daily
By new courage it's replaced ;
And my bold arm circles gaily
Many a young and slender waist.

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Grant At Rest-- August 8, 1885

© James Whitcomb Riley

Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest,  and held no
path but as wild adventure led him... And he  returned and came again to his
horse, and took off his saddle and his bridle, and let him pasture; and
unlaced his helm, and ungirdled his sword, and laid him down to sleep upon
his shield before the cross.  --Age of Chivalary

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Critics Nightwatch

© Gwen Harwood

Once more he tried, before he slept,
to rule his ranks of words. They broke
from his planned choir, lolled, slouched and kept
their tone, their pitch, their meaning crude;
huddled in cliches; when pursued
turned with mock elegance to croak