Poems begining by I
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Is There A Santa Claus?
© Edgar Albert Guest
Is there a Santa Claus?" she asked,
"Come, daddy, tell me true;
Impromtu
© John Gould Fletcher
My mind is a puddle in the street reflecting green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
Invalid Dawn
© Elizabeth Daryush
Above the grey down
Gather, wan, the glows;
Relieved by leaden
Gleams a star-gang goes;
In A Spring Garden
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN Heaven was stormy, Earth was cold,
And sunlight shunned the wold and wave,--
Thought burrowed in the churchyard mould,
And fed on dreams that haunt the grave:--
I Only Wish To Love You
© Paul Eluard
I only wish to love you
A storm fills the valley
A fish the river
Imperial Revels
© Victor Marie Hugo
Cheer, courtiers! round the splendid spread,
The board that groans with shame and plate;
Still fawning to the sham-crowned head
That hopes its brass will turn its fate!
In Ampezzo
© Trumbull Stickney
Only once more and not again-the larches
Shake to the wind their echo, "Not again,"-
We see, below the sky that over-arches
Heavy and blue, the plain
Italy : 23. Bologna
© Samuel Rogers
'Twas night; the noise and bustle of the day
Were o'er. The mountebank no longer wrought
Miraculous cures -- he and his stage were gone;
And he who, when the crisis of his tale
I, Too
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I saw fond lovers in that glow
That oft-times fades away too soon:
I saw and said, "Their joy I know-
I, too, have had my honeymoon."
I've nothing elseto bring, You know
© Emily Dickinson
I've nothing elseto bring, You know
So I keep bringing These
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes
Inscriptions: II: For A Statue Of Chaucer At Woodstock
© Mark Akenside
Such was old Chaucer. such the placid mien
Of him who first with harmony inform'd
In Age
© Edith Nesbit
The wine of life was rough and new,
But sweet beyond belief,
And wrong was false, and right was true -
The rose was in the leaf.
Illa
© Stephen Vincent Benet
This is only the shadow of what she was once;
The rest is Honor's.
Nevertheless, O Death, be humble in claiming
Even that shadow.
In Praise Of A Bride
© Confucius
Graceful and young the peach-tree stands;
How rich its flowers, all gleaming bright!
This bride to her new home repairs;
Chamber and house she'll order right.
If You Should Pass
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
For if thy charity be overstrained
And would bring slander where it cannot bless,
Give me but silence where good friendship waned,
Grant me the mercy of forgetfulness.
In Imitation of E. of Dorset : Artemisia
© Alexander Pope
Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke;
Yet in some things methinks she fails,
'Twere well if she would pare her nails,
And wear a cleaner smock.
In The Valley Of The Waters
© George Gordon Byron
In the valley of the waters we wept o'er the day
When the host of the stranger made Salem his prey,
And our heads on our bosoms all droopingly lay,
And our hearts were so full of the land far away.
Italy : 7. Marguerite De Tours
© Samuel Rogers
Now the grey granite, starting through the snow,
Discovered many a variegated moss
That to the pilgrim resting on his staff
Shadows our capes and islands; and ere long
"I Know The Stars"
© Sara Teasdale
I KNOW the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven's broad blue stair.
