Poems begining by I
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Inheritance
© Mary Thacher Higginson
WE wondered why he always turned aside
When mirth and gladness filled the brimming days:
In The Pass Of Killicranky
© William Wordsworth
SIX thousand veterans practised in war's game,
Tried men, at Killicranky were arrayed
Against an equal host that wore the plaid,
Shepherds and herdsmen.--Like a whirlwind came
I Planted A Rose Tree
© Mathilde Blind
I planted a rose tree in my garden,
In early days when the year was young;
I thought it would bear me roses, roses,
While nights were dewy and days were long.
In Evil Long I Took Delight
© John Newton
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
In the Wings
© Bliss William Carman
THE play is Life; and this round earth
The narrow stage whereon
We act before an audience
Of actors dead and gone.
Isolation.
© Robert Crawford
He came by unknown ways, and stood
At evening in the fading wood,
Which when the glowing hills were gone
Would as in a dream murmur on,
I Am, O Anxious One
© Rainer Maria Rilke
I am, O Anxious One. Don't you hear my voice
surging forth with all my earthly feelings?
Invocation
© Edith Nesbit
The Spirit of Darkness, the Prince of the Power of the Air,
The terror that walketh by night, and the horror by day,
The legions of Evil, alert and awake and aware,
Press round him each hour; and I pray here alone, far away.
Italy : 2. Meillerie
© Samuel Rogers
These grey majestic cliffs that tower to heaven,
These glimmering glades and open chestnut-groves,
That echo to the heifer's wandering bell,
Or woodman's axe, or steers-man's song beneath,
If Only I Were Santa Claus
© Edgar Albert Guest
If only I were Santa Claus and you were still a boy,
I'd find the chimney to your heart and fill it full of joy ;
In The Tree House At Night
© James Dickey
And now the green household is dark.
The half-moon completely is shining
Impetuous Samuel
© Harry Graham
Sam has spirits naught could check,
And to-day, at breakfast, he
Broke his baby sister's neck,
So he shan't have jam for tea!
Italy : 50. Genoa
© Samuel Rogers
This house was Andrea Doria's. Here he lived;
And here at eve relaxing, when ashore,
Held many a pleasant, many a grave discourse
With them that sought him, walking to and fro
I never felt at HomeBelow
© Emily Dickinson
I never felt at HomeBelow-
And in the Handsome Skies
I shall not feel at HomeI know
I don't like Paradise
In the Orchard
© Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
"If you have loved a brave story"
© Lesbia Harford
If you have loved a brave story
Tell it but rarely;
And, with due faith in its glory,
Render it barely.
In Leinster
© Louise Imogen Guiney
I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while.
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me that s young should the wild tears fall?
In The Harbour: Moonlight
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As a pale phantom with a lamp
Ascends some ruin's haunted stair,
So glides the moon along the damp
Mysterious chambers of the air.
Isabel
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
In the most early morn
I rise from a damp pillow, tempest-tost,
To seek the sun with silent gaze forlorn,
And mourn for thee, my lost
Isabel.
