Great poems

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The Last Room

© Bliss William Carman

THERE, close the door!
I shall not need these lodgings any more.
Now that I go, dismantled wall and floor
Reproach me and deplore.

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The Proud Poet

© Adelaide Crapsey

Great Kings were dust and all their deeds forgot

Did my harp's taut and burnished strings stand mute;

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The Realm Of Rest

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

In the realm that Nature boundeth
Are there balmy shores of peace,
Where no passion-torrent soundeth,
And no storm-wind seeks release?

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To The Superior Animal

© Anna Laetitia Waring

To sum up all, I'm old - and that's
  A fact the years decide;
  It is a common thing with cats
  And not a thing to hide.

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Canto de Esperanza (With English Translation)

© Rubén Dario

Un gran vuelo de cuervos mancha el azul celeste.
Un soplo milenario trae amagos de peste.
Se asesinan los hombres en el extremo Este.

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A Ballad Of The Town Water

© Robert Fuller Murray

It is the Police Commissioners,
  All on a winter's day;
And they to prove the town water
  Have set themselves away.

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And You, Helen

© Edward Thomas

And you, Helen, what should I give you?

So many things I would give you

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A Forecast

© Archibald Lampman

One thing I know: if he be great and pure,
This love, this fire, this beauty shall endure;
Triumph and hope shall lead him by the palm:
But if not this, some differing thing he be,
That dream shall break in terror; he shall see
The whirlwind ripen, where he sowed the calm.

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Past Hours

© Frances Anne Kemble

Two angels have them in eternal keeping.

  He that beside the deep vaults of the past

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Love's Treasure House

© David MacDonald Ross

I went to Love's old treasure house last night,


Alone, when all the world was still - asleep,

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America for Me

© Henry Van Dyke

'Tis fine to see the Old World and travel up and down
Among the famous palaces and cities of renown,
To admire the crumbly castles and the statues and kings
But now I think I've had enough of antiquated things.

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The Prisoners Of Naples

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I HAVE been thinking of the victims bound
In Naples, dying for the lack of air
And sunshine, in their close, damp cells of pain,
Where hope is not, and innocence in vain

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Sir Eustace Grey

© George Crabbe

And shall I then the fact deny?
I was--thou know'st--I was begone,
Like him who fill'd the eastern throne,
To whom the Watcher cried aloud;
That royal wretch of Babylon,
Who was so guilty and so proud.

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The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Buried City

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Beside that giant stream that foams and swells
Betwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,
And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,
A gentle maiden dwelt in days of yore.

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Picture By Giov. Bellini, In The Church Of The Redentore At Venice

© Richard Monckton Milnes

THE VIRGIN.
  Who am I, to be so far exalted
Over all the maidens of Judaea,
That here only in this lonely bosom

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Battle Song

© Bert Leston Taylor

We stand at Armageddon, where fighting
  men have stood,
And creeds and races mingle in one great
  brotherhood;

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The Black Rock

© John Gould Fletcher

Off the long headland, threshed about by round-backed breakers,
There is a black rock, standing high at the full tide;
Off the headland there is emptiness,
And the moaning of the ocean,
And the black rock standing alone.

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And the Greatest of These Is War

© James Weldon Johnson

And Satan smiled, stretched out his hand, and said, —
"O War, of all the scourges of humanity, I crown you chief."
And Hell rang with the acclamation of the Fiends.

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Hunted Down

© Henry Kendall

Two years had the tiger, whose shape was that of a sinister man,

Been out since the night of escape - two years under horror and ban.

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The Beggar-Man

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

A beggar sat by the King's highway,

O, but the road was long!