Poems begining by I
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In the Height of Fashion
© Henry Lawson
SO at last a toll theyll levy
For the passing fool who sings
I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry
© Vachel Lindsay
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign."
In Praise Of Angling
© Sir Henry Wotton
Quivering fears, heart-tearing cares,
Anxious sighs, untimely tears,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 78
© Alfred Tennyson
Again at Christmas did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:
Introduction To The True-Born Englishman
© Daniel Defoe
Speak, satire; for there's none can tell like thee
Whether 'tis folly, pride, or knavery
Idyll II. The Sorceress
© Theocritus
Lady, farewell: turn ocean-ward thy steeds:
As I have purposed, so shall I fulfil.
Farewell, thou bright-faced Moon! Ye stars, farewell,
That wait upon the car of noiseless Night.
In White
© Robert Frost
What had that flower to do with being white,
The blue prunella every child's delight.
What brought the kindred spider to that height?
(Make we no thesis of the miller's plight.)
What but design of darkness and of night?
Design, design! Do I use the word aright?
In Excelsis
© Amy Lowell
You - you -
Your shadow is sunlight on a plate of silver;
Your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies;
Your hands moving, a chime of bells across a windless air.
In An Autumn Garden
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
TO-NIGHT the air discloses
Souls of a million roses,
And ghosts of hyacinths that died too soon;
From Pan's safe-hidden altar
Dim wraiths of incense falter
In waving spiral, making sweet the moon!
In Exitum Cuiusdam
© Ezra Pound
On a certain one's departure
Time's bitter flood'! Oh, that's all very well,
I Cannot Love Thee!
© Caroline Norton
When thy tongue (ah! woe is me!)
Whispers love-vows tenderly,
Mine is shaping, all unheard,
Fragments of some withering word,
If I'm lostnow
© Emily Dickinson
If I'm lostnow
That I was found
Shall still my transport be
That onceon methose Jasper Gates
Blazed opensuddenly
I've Seen Again The One Child
© Paul Verlaine
I've seen again the One child: verily,
I felt the last wound open in my breast,
The last, whose perfect torture doth attest
That on some happy day I too shall die!
In The Days Of Crinoline
© Thomas Hardy
A plain tilt-bonnet on her head
She took the path across the leaze.
- Her spouse the vicar, gardening, said,
'Too dowdy that, for coquetries,
So I can hoe at ease.'
Italy : 6. Jorasse
© Samuel Rogers
Jorasse was in his three-and-twentieth year;
Graceful and active as a stag just roused;
Gentle withal, and pleasant in his speech,
Yet seldom seen to smile. He had grown up
I Call That True Love
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
You gotta wake up every mornin', tip toe in the
kitchen cook me great T-bone steak
Serve it to me in bed go down the street and hustle
bring me back all the money you make
In June
© Madison Julius Cawein
Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar
Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir
It's Only a Way He's Got (As sung by the camp fire)
© Anonymous
No doubt the saying's all abroad,
And rattling through the land.
We hear it at the mangle, too,
With "What are you going to stand?"
Indifference
© Madison Julius Cawein
She is so dear the wildflowers near
Each path she passes by,
Are over fain to kiss again
Her feet and then to die.
In Memory Of Thomas Hughes Kelly
© Padraic Colum
I DREAMT my friend had come into the room
Where I had chided him for tasks delayed,
And this in answer to wide blame had said:
