Poems begining by I
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I Love All Beauteous Things
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I Would I Were A Careless Child
© George Gordon Byron
I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my highland cave,
In the Night
© Stevie Smith
I longed for companionship rather,
But my companions I always wished farther.
And now in the desolate night
I think only of the people i should like to bite.
Iseult Of Brittany
© Dorothy Parker
So delicate my hands, and long,
They might have been my pride.
And there were those to make them song
Who for their touch had died.
I Shall Be Loved As Quiet Things
© Karle Wilson Baker
I shall be loved as quiet things
Are loved-white pigeons in the sun,
Curled yellow leaves that whisper down
One after one;
In Pearl And Gold
© Madison Julius Cawein
WHEN pearl and gold, o'er deeps of musk,
The moon curves, silvering the dusk,
As in a garden, dreaming,
A lily slips its dewy husk
I think it rains
© Wole Soyinka
I think it rains
That tongues may loosen from the parch
Uncleave roof-tops of
the mouth, hang
Heavy with knowledge
I Hear The Stars Still Singing
© James Weldon Johnson
I hear the stars still singing
To the beautiful, silent night,
Infant Eyes
© Ernest Myers
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone,
Heart of my being's heart,
Strange visitant, yet very son;
All this, and more, thou art.
"I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
In Eclipse
© Edith Nesbit
PALE veil of mist bound round the trees
Pale fringe of rain upon the hills,
I Have a Terrible Cold
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.
In love
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
In love, aside from sipping the wine of timelessness,
nothing else exists.
There is no reason for living except for giving one's life.
I said, "First I know you, then I die."
He said, "For the one who knows Me, there is no dying."
If I Could Write Words
© Spike Milligan
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
In The Valley
© Henry Kendall
Said the yellow-haired Spirit of Spring
To the white-footed Spirit of Snow,
"If I Must Go"
© Sara Teasdale
IF I must go to heaven's end
Climbing the ages like a stair,
Be near me and forever bend
With the same eyes above me there;
Italy : 42. Naples
© Samuel Rogers
This region, surely, is not of the earth.
Was it not dropt from heaven? Not a grove,
Citron or pine or cedar, not a grot
Sea-worn and mantled with a gadding vine,
In The Harbour: To The Avon
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Flow on, sweet river! like his verse
Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse;
Nor wait beside the churchyard wall
For him who cannot hear thy call.
In This World
© Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
In this world all the flow'rs wither,
The sweet songs of the birds are brief;
I dream of summers that will last
Always!
