Great poems
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Farewell to London
© Alexander Pope
Dear, damn'd distracting town, farewell!
Thy fools no more I'll tease:
This year in peace, ye critics, dwell,
Ye harlots, sleep at ease!
Friendship Immortal
© Jeremy Taylor
To me though distant let thy friendship fly;
Though men be mortal, friendships must not die;
Of all things else ther's great satiety.
To Dr. Moore,
© Helen Maria Williams
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TO
ME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791.
The Age Of Ink
© Edgar Albert Guest
Swiftly the changes come. Each day
Sees some lost beauty blown away
Thou Dost Not Know
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thou dost not know it! but to hear
One word of praise from thee,
There is no pain I would not bear,
No task too great for me.
Sonnet 86: "Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,"
© William Shakespeare
Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Convent Garden
© Katharine Tynan
The Convent garden lies so near
The road the people go,
If it was quiet you might hear
The nuns' talk, merry and low.
Canopus
© Bert Leston Taylor
When quacks with pills political would dope us,
When politics absorbs the livelong day,
A Little Dog
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"And why are you abusing God, and praising
With mock effacement
And false abasement
Your own heart's kindness, deeming it amazing
That you should do this duty for my sake,
To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington,
© Mary Barber
When you command, the Muse obeys,
Proud to present her humble Lays.
Of writing I'll no more repent,
Nor think my Time unwisely spent;
If Verse the Happiness procures
Of pleasing such a Soul as yours.
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 09:
© Conrad Aiken
The days, the nights, flow one by one above us,
The hours go silently over our lifted faces,
We are like dreamers who walk beneath a sea.
Beneath high walls we flow in the sun together.
We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pursue, we flee.
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
Others Successes
© Edgar Albert Guest
CAN you go to another who wins in the fight
And give him a hand-shake that "s true?
La Fraisne
© Ezra Pound
For I was a gaunt, grave councillor
Being in all things wise, and very old,
But I have put aside this folly and the cold
That old age weareth for a cloak.
The Ant
© Richard Lovelace
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
A little respite from thy flood of sweat!
Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant,
Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat;
Down with thy double load of that one grain!
It is a granarie for all thy train.
The First Part: Sonnet 7 - That learned Grecian, who did so excel
© William Henry Drummond
That learned Grecian, who did so excel
In knowledge passing sense, that he is nam'd
No Boy Knows
© James Whitcomb Riley
There are many things that boys may know--
Why this and that are thus and so,--
