Poems begining by I
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In The Forest
© Charles Sangster
There is no sadness here. Oh, that my heart
Were calm and peaceful as these dreamy groves!
Italian Scenery
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Night rests in beauty on Mont Alto.
Beneath its shade the beauteous Arno sleeps
In vallombrosa's bosom, and dark trees
Bend with a calm and quiet shadow down
Upon the beauty of that silent river.
Inscriptions: VI: For A Column At Runnymede
© Mark Akenside
Thou, who the verdant plain dost traverse here,
While Thames among his willows from thy view
Italy : 29. Montorio
© Samuel Rogers
Generous, and ardent, and as romantic as he could be,
Montorio was in his earliest youth, when, on a summer-
evening, not many years ago, he arrived at the Baths of
* * *. With a heavy heart, and with many a blessing on
Ironic: LL.D.
© William Stanley Braithwaite
There are no hollows any more
Between the mountains; the prairie floor
Is like a curtain with the drape
Of the winds' invisible shape;
And nowhere seen and nowhere heard
The sea's quiet as a sleeping bird.
I wouldn't want to die (Je voudrais pas crever)
© Boris Vian
Before having known
The black mexican dogs
I Flee The City, Temples, And Each Place
© Louise Labe
I flee the city, temples, and each place
where you took pleasure in your own lament,
where you used every forceful argument
to make me yield what I could not replace.
"I dreamt last night"
© Lesbia Harford
I dreamt last night
That spring had come.
Across green fields I saw a blur
Of crimson-blossomed plum.
I Got Two Vields
© William Barnes
I got two vields, an' I don't ceäre
What squire mid have a bigger sheäre.
Individuality.
© Sidney Lanier
Sail on, sail on, fair cousin Cloud:
Oh loiter hither from the sea.
Still-eyed and shadow-brow'd,
Steal off from yon far-drifting crowd,
And come and brood upon the marsh with me.
I have no complaint
© Sappho
I have no complaint
prosperity that
the golden Muses
gave me was no
delusion: dead, I
won't be forgotten
In Horologium
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
INTER marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles
Fortunata mmis Machina dicit horas.
Quas manibus premit ilia duas insensa papillas
Cur mihi sit digito tangere, amata, nefas?
Idolatria
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Idolatría
de la grácil rodilla que soporta,
a través de los siglos de los siglos,
nuestra cabeza en la jornada corta.
I'll Tell Thee Everything I Can
© Lewis Carroll
I'll tell thee everything I can;
There's little to relate,
I Conquer The World With Words
© Nizar Qabbani
I conquer the world with words,
conquer the mother tongue,
I Want It Now
© Roald Dahl
Gooses, geeses
I want my geese to lay gold eggs for easter
At least a hundred a day
And by the way
I Know What Beauty Is
© George MacDonald
I know what beauty is, for thou
Hast set the world within my heart;
Of me thou madest it a part;
I never loved it more than now.
In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O the simple, child-like trust!
O the faith that could believe
What the harnessed, iron-mailed
Knights of Christendom had failed,
By their prowess, to achieve,
They, the children, could and must!
