Great poems

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Easter Road

© Henry Van Dyke

Under the cloud of world-wide war,

While earth is drenched with sorrow,

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Remarks Of Increase D. O'phace, Esquire

© James Russell Lowell

At An Extrumpery Caucus In State Street, Reported By Mr. H. Biglow

No? Hez he? He haint, though? Wut? Voted agin him?

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The Owl And The Lark

© Alfred Austin

A grizzled owl at midnight moped
Where thick the ivy glistened;
So I, who long have vainly groped
For wisdom, leaned and listened.

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Bricks And Straw

© Franklin Pierce Adams

My desk is cleared of the litter of ages;

Before me glitter the fair white pages;

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Verses On Rome

© Frances Anne Kemble

O Rome, tremendous! who, beholding thee,

  Shall not forget the bitterest private grief

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Upon Nothing

© John Wilmot

Nothing! thou Elder Brother ev’n to Shade,

That hadst a Being ere the World was made,

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To Oliver Wendell Holmes

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Among the thousands who with hail and cheer
Will welcome thy new year,
How few of all have passed, as thou and I,
So many milestones by!

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Pauline, A Fragment of a Question

© Robert Browning


And I can love nothing-and this dull truth
Has come the last: but sense supplies a love
Encircling me and mingling with my life.

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The Camp Of Souls

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

My white canoe, like the silvery air
  O'er the River of Death that darkly rolls
  When the moons of the world are round and fair,
  I paddle back from the "Camp of Souls."

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A Psalm of Freudian Life

© Edwin Morgan

Tell me not in mormonful numbers
 “Life is but an empty dream!”
To a student of the slumbers
 Things are never what they seem.

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Mrs. Hill

© Boris Pasternak

I am so young that I am still in love
with Battle Creek, Michigan: decoder rings,
submarines powered by baking soda, 
whistles that only dogs can hear. Actually, 
not even them. Nobody can hear them.

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For Una

© Robinson Jeffers

I built her a tower when I was young—
Sometime she will die—
I built it with my hands, I hung
Stones in the sky.

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Doctor Frolic

© Robert Pinsky

Felicity the healer isn’t young
And you don’t look him up unless you need him. 
Clown’s eyes, Pope’s nose, a mouth for dirty stories, 
He made his bundle in the Great Depression

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The Gallows

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I.
THE suns of eighteen centuries have shone
Since the Redeemer walked with man, and made
The fisher's boat, the cavern's floor of stone,

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Wildpeace

© John Wesley

Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.

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At the San Francisco Airport

© Yvor Winters

To my daughter, 1954
This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright.
Great planes are waiting in the yard—
They are already in the night.

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The Shuffle

© Roddy Lumsden

Skipping out from the major international cocktail party
with my becleavaged blight, a jeroboam in her tight fist,
I broke open my copy of Sarcasm for Beginners, i.e., men.

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The Book of Phillip Sparrow

© Alice Walker

It was so prety a fole,
It wold syt on a stole,
And lerned after my scole
For to kepe his cut,
With, "Phyllyp, kepe your cut!"

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HYMNS: Come on, My Partners in Distress

© Charles Wesley

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Come on, my partners in distress,

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To A Locomotive In Winter

© Walt Whitman

Fierce-throated beauty!
Roll through my chant, with all thy lawless music! thy swinging lamps
  at night;
Thy piercing, madly-whistled laughter! thy echoes, rumbling like an
  earthquake, rousing all!