Great poems
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The Fruit-Gift
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Last night, just as the tints of autumn's sky
Of sunset faded from our hills and streams,
I sat, vague listening, lapped in twilight dreams,
To the leaf's rustle, and the cricket's cry.
A Night-Piece On Death
© Thomas Parnell
Those Graves, with bending Osier bound,
That nameless heave the crumbled Ground,
Quick to the glancing Thought disclose
Where Toil and Poverty repose.
Rogue Elephant
© Archie Randolph Ammons
The reason to be autonomous is to stand there,
a cleared instrument, ready to act, to searchthe moral realm and actual conditions for what
needs to be done and to do it: fine, thebest, if it works out, but if, like a gun, it
comes in handy to the wrong choice, why thenyou see the danger in the effective: better
With A Copy Of 'The Rabbi Of Bachwach'
© Heinrich Heine
Burst out in wailing riot,
Thou darkling martyr-lay,
That in my soul, flame-quiet,
I've borne this many a day!
An Improvisation For Angular Momentum
© Archie Randolph Ammons
Walking is like
imagination, a
single step
dissolves the circle
Easter Morning
© Archie Randolph Ammons
I have a life that did not become,
that turned aside and stopped,
astonished:
I hold it in me like a pregnancy or
as on my lap a child
not to grow old but dwell on
Lexington
© John Greenleaf Whittier
No Berserk thirst of blood had they,
No battle-joy was theirs, who set
Against the alien bayonet
Their homespun breasts in that old day.
When that I was and a little tiny boy
© William Shakespeare
When that I was and a little tiny boy,
With hey, ho, the wind and the rain,
A foolish thing was but a toy,
For the rain it raineth every day.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Fourth Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
CIC. I do not believe that he makes a comparison, nor puts as the same
kind the divine and the human mode of comprehending, which are very
diverse, but as to the subject they are the same.
Coleridge's Cristabel
© Charles Harpur
Mark yon runnel, how tis flowing,
Like a sylvan spirit dreaming
Elizabeth Speaks
© Duncan Campbell Scott
O! there is something I forgot!
Sometimes one little spark burns on
Long after the rest have gone.
The Mango-Tree
© Charles Kingsley
He wiled me through the furzy croft;
He wiled me down the sandy lane.
He told his boy's love, soft and oft,
Until I told him mine again.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LXV
But yet all ways the wily witch could find
Sonnets ix
© William Shakespeare
FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
The Poets Trust In His Sorrow
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O GOD! how sad a doom is mine,
To human seeming:
Thou hast called on me to resign
So much--much!--all--but the divine
Hermann And Dorothea - III. Thalia
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE BURGHERS.
THUS did the prudent son escape from the hot conversation,
Sonnet XXVI
© William Shakespeare
Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty strongly knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Wordsworth
© Charles Harpur
With what a plenitude of pure delight
He triumphs on the mountains cloudy height,
With what a gleeful harmony of joy
He wanders down the vale as happy as a boy!
The Comrade
© Edith Wharton
And I have climbed with you by hidden ways
To meet the dews of morning, and have seen
The shy gods like retreating shadows fade,
Or on the thymy reaches have surprised
Old Chiron sleeping, and have waked him not . . .
