Poems begining by I

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Italy : 24. Florence

© Samuel Rogers

Of all the fairest Cities of the Earth
None is so fair as Florence.  'Tis a gem
Of purest ray; and what a light broke forth,
When it emerged from darkness!  Search within,

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In France

© Frances Darwin Cornford

THE poplars in the fields of France
Are golden ladies come to dance ;
But yet to see them there is none
But I and the September sun.

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I'm Off'n Wild Wimmen

© Ernest Hemingway

I'm off'n wild wimmen
An Cognac
An Sinnin'
For I'm in loOOOOOOOve.

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In Memoriam 16: I envy not in any moods

© Alfred Tennyson

I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

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In The Downhill Of Life

© William Taylor Collins

In the downhill of life, when I find I’m declining,

May my lot no less fortunate be

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Immortal

© Sara Teasdale

So soon my body will have gone

Beyond the sound and sight of men,

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"I dreamt last night of happy home-comings"

© Lesbia Harford

I dreamt last night of happy home-comings.
Friends I had loved and had believed were dead
Came happily to visit me and said
I was a part of their fair home-coming

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In The Pine Barrens. Sunset.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

HARK! to the mournful wind; its burden drear
Borne over leagues of desert wild and dun,
Sinks to a weary cadence of despair,
Beyond the closing gateways of the sun.

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I'm the little

© Emily Dickinson

I'm the little "Heart's Ease"!
I don't care for pouting skies!
If the Butterfly delay
Can I, therefore, stay away?

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In Hours Of Ebbing Tide

© Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy

In hours of ebbing tide, oh trust not to the Sea!
  It will come back to shore with redness of the morrow;
  O don't believe in me when in the trance of sorrow
I swear I am no longer true to thee!

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I Smoke My Pipe

© James Whitcomb Riley

I can't extend to every friend

  In need a helping hand--

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Inter Vias

© Archibald Lampman

'Tis a land where no hurricane falls,

But the infinite azure regards

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Insects In Summer

© James Thomson

Waked by his warmer ray, the reptile young
Came wing'd abroad; by the light air upborne
Lighter, and full of soul. From every chink
And secret corner, where they slept away

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I Said It To You

© Paul Eluard

I said it to you for the clouds
I said it to you for the tree of the sea
For each wave for the birds in the leaves
For the pebbles of sound
For familiar hands

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Italy : 11. Bergamo

© Samuel Rogers

The song was one that I had heard before,
But where I knew not.  It inclined to sadness;
And, turning round from the delicious fare
My landlord's little daughter Barbara

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In Autumn

© Rubén Dario


I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
sing with the same wild harmonies as before?
But they have not seen the labors of an hour
the work of a minute, the prodigies of a year.

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In Memoriam

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Obiit 1854.
HEAVEN rest thee!
We shall go about today
In our festal garlands gay;

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In The Marble Quarry

© James Dickey

Beginning to dangle beneath
The wind that blows from the undermined wood,
  I feel the great pulley grind,

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In August

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

When August days are hot an' dry,
  When burning copper is the sky,
  I 'd rather fish than feast or fly
  In airy realms serene and high.