Life poems

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The Chain Gang

© John Le Gay Brereton

  Borne in the car along a crowded way,

  Sun-soaked, I saw the world like shadows glide,

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Revenge

© Edgar Albert Guest

If I had hatred in my heart toward my fellow man,
If I were pressed to do him ill, to conjure up a plan
To wound him sorely and to rob his days of all their joy,
I'd wish his wife would go away and take their little boy.

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A Star In The East

© Edith Nesbit

FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPEL

LIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright,

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A Reading Of Life--The Vital Choice

© George Meredith

I.

Or shall we run with Artemis

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A Dream of the Orient

© Charles Harpur

With a resplendent Eastern bride,

Like a houri at my side,

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A Marriage Ring

© George Crabbe

THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove—
Worn with life’s care, love yet was love.

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Brighten’s Sister-In-Law [or The Carrier's Story]

© Henry Lawson

AT A POINT where the old road crosses

  The river, and turns to the right,

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The Gift Of The Gods

© Edith Nesbit

"GIVE me thy dreams," she said, and I
  With empty hands and very poor,
Watched my fair flowery visions die
  Upon the temple's marble floor.

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Anima Anceps

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

TILL death have broken

Sweet life’s love-token,

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Unluckily For A Death

© Dylan Thomas

Unluckily for a death

Waiting with phoenix under

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Freedom in Faith

© Charles Harpur

HIS MIND alone is kingly who (though one)

  But venerates of present things or past

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A Story of the Sea-Shore

© George MacDonald

It was a simple tale, a monotone:
She climbed one sunny hill, gazed once abroad,
Then wandered down, to pace a dreary plain;
Alas! how many such are told by night,
In fisher-cottages along the shore!

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Rosemary

© Madison Julius Cawein

Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay;
Around her, flowers scattered earth with gold,
Or down the path in insolence held sway--
Like cavaliers who ride the elves' highway--
Scarlet and blue, within a garden old.

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The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V

© Richard Savage


My hermit thus. She beckons us away:
Oh, let us swift the high behest obey!

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The Epicure

© Anacreon

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  Fill the bowl with rosy wine!

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To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-fifth Year

© Samuel Johnson

Oft in danger, yet alive,

We are come to thirty-five;

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The Sleep-Walkers

© Khalil Gibran

And the mother spoke, and she said: "At last, at last, my enemy!
You by whom my youth was destroyed--who have built up your life
upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!"

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Cry Of The Children

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers,

  Ere the sorrow comes with years?

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Advent Sunday

© John Keble

Awake-again the Gospel-trump is blown -
From year to year it swells with louder tone,
  From year to year the signs of wrath
  Are gathering round the Judge's path,
Strange words fulfilled, and mighty works achieved,
And truth in all the world both hated and believed.

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The Sang O' The Auld Fowk

© George MacDonald

Doon cam the sunbeams, and up gaed the stour,
As we spangt ower the road at ten mile the hoor,
The horse wasna timmer, the cart wasna strae,
And little cared we for the burn or the brae.