Great poems

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Amyntor's Grove, His Chloris, Arigo, And Gratiana. An Elogie

© Richard Lovelace

  It was Amyntor's Grove, that Chloris
For ever ecchoes, and her glories;
Chloris, the gentlest sheapherdesse,
That ever lawnes and lambes did blesse;

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The Tunning of Elenor Rumming

© John Skelton

  Some renne tyll they swete,
  Brynge wyth them malte or whete,
  And dame Elynour entrete
  To byrle them of the best.

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The Song Of Theodolinda

© George Meredith

Mark the skeleton of fire
Lightening from its thunder-roof:
So comes this that saw expire
Him we love, for our behoof!
Red of heat, O white of heat,
This from off the Cross we greet.

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Les Chats (Cats)

© Charles Baudelaire

Les amoureux fervents et les savants austères
Aiment également, dans leur mûre saison,
Les chats puissants et doux, orgueil de la maison,
Qui comme eux sont frileux et comme eux sédentaires.

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Decalogue Of The Artist

© Gabriela Mistral

V. You shall not seek beauty at carnival or fair
or offer your work there, for beauty is virginal
and is not to be found at carnival or fair.

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Evangeline: Part The Second. II.

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,

Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the Wabash,

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Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith

© Robert Bloomfield

'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'

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Gnothi Seauton

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Then bear thyself, O man!
Up to the scale and compass of thy guest;
Soul of thy soul.
Be great as doth beseem
The ambassador who bears
The royal presence where he goes.

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The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02:

© Conrad Aiken

More towers must yet be built—more towers destroyed—

Great rocks hoisted in air;

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Down To The Mothers

© Charles Kingsley

Linger no more, my beloved, by abbey and cell and cathedral;

Mourn not for holy ones mourning of old them who knew not the Father,

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Wentworth

© Mary Hannay Foott

’Tis a proud thing for Australia, while the funeral-prayers are said,
To remember loving service, frankly rendered by the dead;
How he strove, amid the nations, evermore to raise her head.
How in youth he sang her glory, as it is, and is to be,—
Called her “Empress,”—while they held her yet as base-born, over sea,—
Owned her “Mother,”—when her children scarce were counted with the free!

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Past And Future

© John Kenyon

  Might well have marvelled what such form should mean.
  But of that gray-haired group, which clustered round,
  Not one there was but knew the name—and sighed—
  When—asking—it was answered them "Regret."

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What shall we do?

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Here now forevermore our lives must part.
My path leads there, and yours another way.
What shall we do with this fond love, dear heart?
It grows a heavier burden day by day.

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An Hymne of Heavenly Love

© Edmund Spenser

Love, lift me up upon thy golden wings
From this base world unto thy heavens hight,
Where I may see those admirable things
Which there thou workest by thy soveraine might,

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In The Harbour: Four By The Clock

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Four by the clock! and yet not day;
But the great world rolls and wheels away,
With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,
Into the dawn that is to be!

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Peace

© Robert Laurence Binyon

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Lovely word flying like a bird across the narrow seas,
When winter is over and songs are in the skies,
Peace, with the colour of the dawn upon the name of her,

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Washington

© Harriet Monroe

Oh, hero of our younger race!
Great builder of a temple new!
Ruler, who sought no lordly place!
Warrior who sheathed the sword he drew!

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Songs Of A Country Home

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Who has not felt his heart leap up, and glow
What time the tulips first begin to blow,
Has one sweet joy, still left for him to know.

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Abraham Lincoln

© Rose Terry Cooke

  Hundreds there have been, loftier than their kind,

  Heroes and victors in the world's great wars: