Poems begining by I
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In Youth Is Pleasure
© Robert Wever
In a harbour grene aslepe whereas I lay,
The byrdes sang swete in the middes of the day,
"I want to serve you"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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I want to serve you
On an equal footing with others;
From jealousy, to tell your fortune
In The Gray Of The Evening. Autumn.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN o'er yon forest solitudes
The sky of autumn evening broods--
A heaven whose warp, but palely bright,
Shot through with woofs of crimson light,
In the Neolithic Age
© Rudyard Kipling
I the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage
For food and fame and woolly horses' pelt.
I was singer to my clan in that dim, red Dawn of Man,
And I sang of all we fought and feared and felt.
In the Matter of One Compass
© Rudyard Kipling
Oh, drunken Wave! Oh, driving Cloud!
Rage of the Deep and sterile Rain,
By love upheld, by God allowed,
We go, but we return again!
Introduction To A Pilgrim's Progress
© John Bunyan
As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a den (the gaol), and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed; and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back. I looked, and saw him open the book, and read therein; and as he read, he wept and trembled;
"For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me."
I Keep Six Honest...
© Rudyard Kipling
She sends'em abroad on her own affairs,
From the second she opens her eyes-
One million Hows, two million Wheres,
And seven million Whys!
In The People's Park
© Edith Nesbit
Many's the time I've found your face
Fresh as a bunch of flowers in May,
I'd Back Again the World
© Henry Lawson
Id back against the world,
When darkest shadows fall
Oh, shes the little woman
Id back against them all.
Imitated From The Welsh
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
If, while my passion I impart,
You deem my words untrue,
O place your hand upon my heart,
Feel how it throbs for you!
Impromptu
© Alfred Austin
Tell me your race, your name,
O Lady limned as dead, yet as when living fair!
Ireland
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
They are dying! they are dying! where the golden corn is growing;
They are dying! they are dying! where the crowded herds are lowing:
They are gasping for existence where the streams of life are flowing,
And they perish of the plague where the breeze of health is blowing!
If
© Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1791
© William Cowper
Reader! behold a monument
That asks no sigh or tear,
Though it perpetuate the event
Of a great burial here.
I'm Out Of The Army Now
© Franklin Pierce Adams
When first I doffed my olive drab,
I thought, delightfully though mutely,
"Henceforth I shall have pleasure ab-
Solutely."
I Am
© Judith Skillman
Poem by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman.I am the red brand
on the shoulder of the condemned,
the gallows and the rope,
the ax and the block,
I Shall not Die for Thee
© Padraic Colum
I shall not die because of you,
O woman, though you shame the swan;
They were foolish men you killed;
Do not think me a foolish man.
In the Next Street
© Ken Smith
theres only ever one argument: his,
bawling out whoever punctuates
the brief intervals his cussing
| interrupts, something unheard, reason perhaps.
In The Harbour: Loss And Gain
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
