Great poems

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The speech of silence

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;
I know thou livest, and them lovest me,
And yet I wish some white ship would come sailing
Across the ocean, beating word from thee.

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The Angels

© William Henry Drummond

Run, shepherds, run where Bethlehem blest appears.

We bring the best of news; be not dismayed:

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The Prarie Battlements

© Vachel Lindsay

Alice has a prarie grave.
The King and Queen lie low,
And aged Grandma Silver Dreams,
Four toombstones in a row.
But still in snow and sunshine
Stands our ancestral hall.

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The Ideal

© Charles Harpur

Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome height

Shut paradise from exiled Adam’s sight,

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The Perfect Marriage

© Vachel Lindsay

I hate this yoke; for the world's sake here put it on:
Knowing 'twill weigh as much on you till life is gone.
Knowing you love your freedom dear, as I love mine—
Knowing that love unchained has been our life's great wine:
Our one great wine (yet spent too soon, and serving none;
Of the two cups free love at last the deadly one).

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Rondel of Merciless Beauty

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

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Genesis

© Vachel Lindsay

O Eve with the fire-lit breast
And child-face red and white!
I heaped the great logs high!
That was our bridal night.

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Alexander Neuyll

© Barnabe Googe

The Moutaines hie the blustryng wids

 The fluds: ye Rocks wtstad

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The Congo: A Study of the Negro Race

© Vachel Lindsay

I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERYFat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.

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Death and Birth

© George MacDonald

Welcome, friend! Bring in your bricks.
Mortar there? No need to mix?
That is well. And picks and hammers?
Verily these are no shammers!-
There, my friend, build up that niche,
That one with the painting rich!

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A Song to a Tree

© Edwin Markham

Give me the dance of your boughs, O tree,
Whenever the wild wind blows;
And when the wind is gone, give me
Your beautiful repose.

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Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight

© Vachel Lindsay

IT is portentious, and a thing of state
That here at midnight, in our little town
A mourning figure walks, and will not rest,
Near the old court-house, pacing up and down.

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An Exotic

© Henry Timrod

Not in a climate near the sun
Did the cloud with its trailing fringes float,
Whence, white as the down of an angel's plume,
Fell the snow of her brow and throat.

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With Scindia to Delphi

© Rudyard Kipling

More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi,
an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost
with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps,
on his saddle-bow. He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety.

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Brave Boys Are They!

© Henry Clay Work

Brave boys are they!
 Gone at their country's call;
And yet, and yet we cannot forget
 That many brave boys must fall.

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White Horses

© Rudyard Kipling

Where run your colts at pasture?
Where hide your mares to breed?
'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap
Or wove Sargasso weed;

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The Wild Knight

© Gilbert Keith Chesterton

_A dark manor-house shuttered and unlighted, outlined against a pale
sunset: in front a large, but neglected, garden. To the right, in the
foreground, the porch of a chapel, with coloured windows lighted. Hymns
within._

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When the Great Ark

© Rudyard Kipling

When the Great Ark, in Vigo Bay,
Rode stately through the half-manned fleet,
From every ship about her way
She heard the mariners entreat--
Before we take the seas again
Let down your boats and send us men!

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Metempsycosis

© John Donne

THE
PROGRESSE
OF THE SOULE.