Poems begining by I

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Immolated

© Herman Melville

Children of my happier prime,

When One yet lived with me, and threw

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In a Copy Of Browning

© Bliss William Carman

BROWNING, old fellow,

Your leaves grow yellow,

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Italy : 3. St. Maurice

© Samuel Rogers

Still by the Leman Lake for many a mile,
Among those  venerable trees I went,
Where damsels sit and weave their fishing-nets,
Singing some national song by the way-side.

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If My Hands Could Defoliate translated from Si Mis Manos Pudieran Deshojar

© Federico Garcia Lorca

I pronounce your name,
in this dark night,
and your name sounds
more distant than ever.
More distant that all stars
and more doleful than a calm rain.

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I: Why I Write Not To Love

© Benjamin Jonson

Some act of Love's bound to reherse,

I thought to bind him, in my verse:

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Inscriptions In The Ground Of Coleorton, The Seat Of Sir George Beaumont, Bart., Leicestershire

© William Wordsworth

THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine,
Will not unwillingly their place resign;
If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands,
Planted by Beaumont's and by 's hands.

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International Ode

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

OUR FATHERS' LAND

GOD bless our Fathers' Land!

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In The JuneTwilight

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

IN the June twilight, in the soft gray twilight,
The yellow sun-glow trembling through the rainy eve,
As my love lay quiet, came the solemn fiat,
"All these things forever--forever--thou must leave."

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"I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses"

© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam

I
I am cold. Transparent Spring dresses
Petropolis in verdant down.
But like a medusa, the Neva's wave

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Immortality

© John Liddell Kelly

Eternal life - a river gulphed in sands!
Undying fame - a rainbow lost in clouds!
What hope of immortality remains
But this: "Some soul that loves and understands
Shall save thee from the darkness that enshrouds";
And this: "Thy blood shall course in others' veins"?

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In Adoration

© Sappho

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth whose eyes may look on thee,
Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody
May still devour.

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I Continue To Dream

© Langston Hughes

I take my dreams and make of them a bronze vase
and a round fountain with a beautiful statue in its center.
And a song with a broken heart and I ask you:
Do you understand my dreams?

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Imprisoned

© Celia Thaxter

LIGHTLY she lifts the large, pure, luminous shell,

  Poises it in her strong and shapely hand.

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If I Were Fair

© Marian Osborne

IF only I were fair,

Or had some charm to bind

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II.--Death

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THEN whence, O Death! thy dreariness? We know
That every flower the breeze's flattering breath
Wooes to a blush, and love-like murmuring low,
Dies but to multiply its bloom in death:

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In The Garden VI: A Peach

© Edward Dowden

IF any sense in mortal dust remains

When mine has been refin'd from flower to flower,

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I Met a Lady in the Wood

© Patrick Barrington

I met a lady in the wood.
  No mortal maid, I knew, was she;
She was no thing of flesh and blood,
  No child of human ancestry.

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Inkerman. The Battle Field By Moonlight.

© Caroline Hayward

Above the vale of Inkerman, 
  Calmly the moon's rays fell,
  Revealing as by light of day,
  That deep and lonely dell;

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"I was sad"

© Lesbia Harford

I was sad
Having signed up in a rebel band,
Having signed up to rid the land
Of a plague it had.

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In Vain

© Rose Terry Cooke

PUT every tiny robe away!
The stitches all were set with tears,
Slow, tender drops of joys; to-day
Their rain would wither hopes or fears:
Bitter enough to daunt the moth  
That longs to fret this dainty cloth.