Poems begining by I

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In Our Boat

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Stars trembling o'er us and sunset before us,
Mountains in shadow and forests asleep;
Down the dim river we float on forever,
Speak not, ah, breathe not - there's peace on the deep.

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Invita Minerva

© Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Not of desire alone is music born,


Not till the Muse wills is our passion crowned;

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In the Waters of Purity

© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In the waters of purity, I melted like salt
Neither blasphemy, nor faith, nor conviction, nor
 doubt remained.
In the center of my heart a star has appeared
And all the seven heavens have become lost in it.

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'If my head hurt a hair's foot'

© Dylan Thomas

'If my head hurt a hair's foot
Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath
Bump on a spout let the bubbles jump out.
Sooner drop with the worm of the ropes round my throat
Than bully ill love in the clouted scene.

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I Gather Motley Flowers

© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin

I gather motley flowers
And braid, braid a garland,
Sharp spears fall
At your victorious feet.

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In The Porch

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

IN this old porch, fast mouldering to decay,
But wreathed in vines and girt by shadowy trees,
All day I hear the dreamful hum of bees,
Soft-rustling foliage, and the fragrant sway

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In Arcady

© Madison Julius Cawein

I remember, when a child,

How within the April wild

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Invitation To Eternity

© John Clare

Say, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,

Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me

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Idyll XVII. The Praise of Ptolemy

© Theocritus

  "Wake, babe, to bliss: prize me, as Phoebus doth
  His azure-sphered Delos: grace the hill
  Of Triops, and the Dorians' sister shores,
  As king Apollo his Rhenaea's isle."

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Impromptu - To Kate Carol

© Edgar Allan Poe

When from your gems of thought I turn
To those pure orbs, your heart to learn,
I scarce know which to prize most high —
The bright i-dea, or the bright dear-eye.

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In a Paris Restaurant

© Henry Cuyler Bunner

I gaze, while thrills my heart with patriot pride,
Upon the exquisite skin, rose-flushed and creamy;
The perfect little head; on either side
Blonde waves. The dark eyes, vaguely soft and dreamy,

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In Memoriam Matris

© Arthur Patchett Martin

IN my hot youth I rashly penned
A Sonnet of the After-life.
It was the time of stress and strife
Through which the ardent soul must wend.

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I Send Letters

© Mirabai

I send letters to my Beloved,


The dear Krishna.

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In The Wood Of Finvara

© Arthur Symons

I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;
Life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,
A naked runner lost in a storm of spears.
I have grown tired of rapture and love's desire;
Love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspire
Till they cloud the soul in the smoke of a windy fire.

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Insomnia

© Madison Julius Cawein

It seems that dawn will never climb
  The eastern hills;
  And, clad in mist and flame and rime,
  Make flashing highways of the rills.

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In Rufum. Catul. Ep. 64

© Richard Lovelace

           IN RUFUM.  CATUL. EP. 64.
Noli admirari, quare tibi foemina nulla,
  Rufe, velit tenerum supposuisse femur;
Non ullam rarae labefactes munere vestis,

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Idyll VIII. The Triumph of Daphnis

© Theocritus

  MENALCAS.
  A lamb I'll venture never: for aye at close of day
  Father and mother count the flock, and passing strict are they.

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Is it dead—Find it

© Emily Dickinson

Is it dead—Find it—
Out of sound—Out of sight—
"Happy"? Which is wiser—
You, or the Wind?
"Conscious"? Won't you ask that—
Of the low Ground?

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IV. The Dead

© Rupert Brooke

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,
Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance
And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
A width, a shining peace, under the night.

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Indian Summer

© William Wilfred Campbell

Along the line of smoky hills
The crimson forest stands,
And all the day the blue-jay calls
Throughout the autumn lands.