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In The Harbour: Memories
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Oft I remember those I have known
In other days, to whom my heart was lead
I could dieto know
© Emily Dickinson
I could dieto know
'Tis a trifling knowledge
News-Boys salute the Door
Cartsjoggle by
Morning's bold facestares in the window
Were but minethe Charter of the least Fly
Inconsiderate Hannah
© Harry Graham
Naughty little Hannah said
She could make her grandma whistle,
So, that night, inside her bed
Placed some nettles and a thistle.
In the House of Suddhoo
© Rudyard Kipling
A stone's throw out on either hand
From that well-ordered road we tread,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 44
© Alfred Tennyson
If such a dreamy touch should fall,
O turn thee round, resolve the doubt;
My guardian angel will speak out
In that high place, and tell thee all.
In Memory Of Richard Henry Powell
© Robert Laurence Binyon
2nd Lieut., Cinque Ports Battalion, Royal Sussex Regiment
Strong, loyal--souled, full--hearted, blithely brave,
Only remembering love knows all he gave:
Beautiful be the stars above his grave.
Indian Summer
© Dorothy Parker
In youth, it was a way I had
To do my best to please,
And change, with every passing lad,
To suit his theories.
In Praise Of Glorianas Remarkable Golden Hair
© Vachel Lindsay
The gleaming head of one fine friend
Is bent above my little song,
So through the treasure-pits of Heaven
In fancys shoes, I march along.
In Midas' Country
© Sylvia Plath
Meadows of gold dust. The silver
Currents of the Connecticut fan
And meander in bland pleatings under
River-verge farms where rye-heads whiten.
All's polished to a dull luster
In The Evening
© Anna Akhmatova
The garden rang with music
Of inexpressible despair.
A dish of oysters spread on ice
Smelled like the ocean, fresh and sharp.
Idle Blessedness
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I KNOW not how it is, I have the knack,
In lazy moods, of seeking no excuse;
In The Public Library
© Lesbia Harford
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself
I Once Knew A Woman
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well now I once knew a woman listen while I tell you all about her yeah
And the first time I seen her I knew I couldn't live without her
Well now she swore she'd love me all her life and I knew I'd do the same
God damn but I don't even remember her name I don't remember her name
Imelda
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
……………….Sometimes
The young forgot the lessons they had learnt,
And lov'd when they should hate, like thee, Imelda! ~ Italy, a Poem
Intellectual Limitations
© James Whitcomb Riley
Parunts knows lots more than us,
But they don't know _all_ things,--
'Cause we ketch 'em, lots o' times,
Even on little small things.
Intima (Intimate)
© Delmira Agustini
Yo te diré los sueños de mi vida
En lo más hondo de la noche azul…
Mi alma desnuda temblará en tus manos,
Sobre tus hombros pesará mi cruz.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 22
© Alfred Tennyson
Who broke our fair companionship,
And spread his mantle dark and cold,
And wrapt thee formless in the fold,
And dull'd the murmur on thy lip,
