Great poems

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The Open Road

© Katharine Tynan

THE roads of the Sea
  Are thronged with merchantmen;
East and West, North and South
  They go and come again.

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the seed of endymion

© Rg Gregory

two beauties are a joy for ever
ejaculated keats
lusting in ecstasy towards
well-breasted fanny brawne

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natural therapy

© Rg Gregory

the great thing about the tall white daisy
is that it knows how to laugh at itselfsome flowers for all their rich displays
won't preen themselves without a primnessin their sap - nor let their stalks abide
bending this way that way in the thick windthe large daisy is happy to be slapdash

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Of The Nature Of Things: Book I - Part 01 - Proem

© Lucretius

Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,

Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars

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Boccaccio

© Eugene Field

One day upon a topmost shelf
  I found a precious prize indeed,
Which father used to read himself,
  But did not want us boys to read;

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Eclogue the Third Abra

© William Taylor Collins

SCENE, a forest TIME, the Evening  

In Georgia's land, where Tefflis' towers are seen,

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The Grave

© Robert Blair

While some affect the sun, and some the shade,
Some flee the city, some the hermitage;
Their aims as various, as the roads they take
In journeying through life;—the task be mine,

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welsh experience

© Rg Gregory

called out by the sun
this easter saturday morning
i'm sitting on a bank
in pistyllgwyn

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the people

© Rg Gregory

tangwena says
this is our land
soiled by the blood
of black centuries

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The Spartans At Thermopylae

© Richard Monckton Milnes

No parleying with themselves, no pausing thought
Of worse or better consequence, was there,
Their business was to do what Spartans ought,
Sparta's chaste honour was their only care.

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the rest home

© Rg Gregory

professor piebald
(the oldest man in the home) was meek
at the same time ribald
he clothed his matter (so to speak)

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thirteeners

© Rg Gregory

18
if you want a revolution attack
symbols not systems - the simple forms
that (blithely) give the truth away
tying down millions to their terms
quietly with no one answering back

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Oxford

© Lionel Pigot Johnson

  OVER, the four long years! And now there rings
  One voice of freedom and regret: Farewell!
  Now old remembrance sorrows, and now sings:
  But song from sorrow, now, I cannot tell.

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Young Blood

© Stephen Vincent Benet

"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young blood, Cousin," he boomed. "Young blood! Youth will be served!"
-- D'Hermonville's Fabliaux.
He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth
And lay there heavily, while dancing motes

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Winged Man

© Stephen Vincent Benet

The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits,
The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates,
The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar,
Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared the hawk afar.

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The Quality of Courage

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Was it not better so to lie?
The fight was done. Even gods tire
Of fighting. . . . My way was the wrong.
Now I should drift and drift along
To endless quiet, golden peace . . .
And let the tortured body cease.

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Benedetta Minelli

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

IT is near morning. Ere the next night fall
I shall be made the bride of heaven. Then home
To my still marriage chamber I shall come,
And spouseless, childless, watch the slow years crawl.

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The Hemp

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas
(Black is the gap below the plank)
From the Great North Bank to the Caribbees
(Down by the marsh the hemp grows rank).

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The Fiddling Wood

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron,
Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked
Over the rough crest of the hairy wood
In angry scorn; the grey road twisted, kinked,
Like a sick serpent, seeming to environ
The trees with magic. All the wood was still --

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The General Public

© Stephen Vincent Benet

"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning.
"Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,"
The old man said. A dry smile creased his face
With many wrinkles. "That's a great poem, now!
That one of Browning's! Shelley? Shelley plain?
The time that I remember best is this --