Poems begining by I
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I Took Your Face Into My Dreams
© Mathilde Blind
I took your face into my dreams,
It floated round me like a light;
I Didnt Win Light In A Windfall
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
I didnt win light in a windfall,
nor by deed of a fathers will.
I hewed my light from granite.
I quarried my heart.
In The Carolina Woods
© Padraic Colum
Not in a cavern where the winds
Trample with battle-call,
But in these woods where branch and branch
From tree and tree let fall
Not moss, but grey and cobweb beards,
Kings' cabalistic beards!
Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing
© Theocritus
Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.
Influence
© Edgar Albert Guest
This I think as I go my way:
What can matter the words I say,
And what can matter the false or true
Of any deed I am moved to do?
In Horto Rev. J. Still,
© William Lisle Bowles
APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.
Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree
In The Springtime
© Eugene Field
'T is spring! The boats bound to the sea;
The breezes, loitering kindly over
The fields, again bring herds and men
The grateful cheer of honeyed clover.
I Saw A New World
© William Brighty Rands
I SAW a new world in my dream,
Where all the folks alike did seem:
Impromptu
© George Gordon Byron
Beneath Blessington's eyes
The reclaimed Paradise
Should be free as the former from evil;
But if the new Eve
For an Apple should grieve,
What mortal would not play the Devil.
In The Dark City
© John Hall Wheelock
There is a harper plays
Through the long watches of the lonely night
When, like a cemetery,
Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb.
In the Crowd
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
Here in the crowded city's busy street,
Swayed by the eager, jostling, hasting throng,
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls
© Patrick Barrington
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Illicit
© Conrad Aiken
Of what she said to me that nightno matter.
The strange thing came next day.
In Plaster
© Sylvia Plath
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now:
This new absolutely white person and the old yellow one,
Innocent's Song
© Charles Causley
Who's that knocking on the window,
Who's that standing at the door,
What are all those presents
Laying on the kitchen floor?
I have found
© Mirabai
I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem.
My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it.
I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world.
No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
On the boat of truth, the boatman was my true guru. I came across the ocean of existence.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover, of whom I merrily, merrily sing.
In The Harbour: Sundown
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
All is in shadow below.
