Great poems
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Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day
© Delmore Schwartz
Calmly we walk through this April’s day,
Metropolitan poetry here and there,
Madrigal in Time of War
© Daniel Nester
Beside the rivers of the midnight town
Where four-foot couples love and paupers drown,
Shots of quick hell we took, our final kiss,
The great and swinging bridge a bower for this.
Close Of Our Summer At Frascati
© Frances Anne Kemble
The end is come: in thunder and wild rain
Autumn has stormed the golden house of Summer.
Forest And Field
© Madison Julius Cawein
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GREEN, watery jets of light let through
The rippling foliage drenched with dew;
And golden glimmers, warm and dim,
Town Eclogues: Tuesday; St. James's Coffee-House
© Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd,
Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd,
Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend,
Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ;
Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth,
Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth.
Pastoral Sung To The King
© Robert Herrick
MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we.
MON. Troth, bad are both; worse fruit, and ill the tree:
Dean Stanley
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DEAD! dead! in sooth his marbled brow is cold,
And prostrate lies that brave, majestic head;
True! his stilled features own death's arctic mould,
Yet, by Christ's blood, I know he is not dead!
Au Vieux Jardin
© William Langland
I have sat here happy in the gardens,
Watching the still pool and the reeds
Bantry Bay
© John Clare
On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
My Grandmother’s Love Letters
© Hart Crane
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is
In the loose girdle of soft rain.
Going West
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Just as I came
Into the empty, westward--facing room,
A sudden gust blew wide
The tall window; at once
An Elegy upon the Death of the Dean of Paul's, Dr. John Donne
© Thomas Carew
Can we not force from widow'd poetry,
Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy
The Woman In The Temple
© George MacDonald
A still dark joy! A sudden face!
Cold daylight, footsteps, cries!
The temple's naked, shining space,
Aglare with judging eyes!
Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
When life begins anew,
And Youth, from gathering flowers,
From vague delights, rapt musings, twilight hours,
Turns restless, seeking some great deed to do,
To Mr. Henry Lawes
© Katherine Philips
Nature, which is the vast creation’s soul,
That steady curious agent in the whole,
