Life poems

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In Horto Rev. J. Still,

© William Lisle Bowles

APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.

  Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree

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The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV

© Caroline Norton

Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.

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Perfect Union

© Mathilde Blind

Then, as its incandescent bulk
Sank slowly, like the foundering hulk
  Of some lone burning ship at sea,
His life set with it--bright as brief--
In that invincible belief
  Of Man's august supremacy.

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Sonnet LXXIX: The Monochord

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's sound

That is Life's self and draws my life from me,

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Sonnet LXV: Known in Vain

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,

Knows suddenly, to music high and soft,

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From Mount Gerizzim

© John Bunyan

Besides what I said of the Four Last Things,

And of the weal and woe that from them springs;

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The Conversation. A Tale

© Matthew Prior

It always has been a thought discreet
To know the company you meet;
And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;
I'll pledge you, and repeat my tale.

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Urania's Lover.

© Robert Crawford

O poet, thou art called to tread her ways,
Hers, mistress of the soul, Urania fair.
(Ah God! how fair, how all adorable,
But those who have wooed her can tell!)

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Genesis BK XV

© Caedmon

(ll. 882-886) And Adam again made answer: "My Lord!  this woman,
this lovely maid, gave me the fruit into my hand, and I took it
in trespass against Thee.  And now I clearly bear the token upon
me and know the more of sorrow."

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Epigrams

© William Watson

'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
  A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
  I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.

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The Death Of Winter

© George Meredith

When April with her wild blue eye

Comes dancing over the grass,

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On Lamb’s Specimens of Dramatic Poets: Sonnets

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

I.

IF ALL the flowers of all the fields on earth

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The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow

© George Crabbe

SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,

A meteor shining in this sober place!

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Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England

© Mark Akenside

I.

Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?

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Le Forgeron (The Blacksmith)

© Arthur Rimbaud

Le bras sur un marteau gigantesque, effrayant

D'ivresse et de grandeur, le front large, riant

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Ghosts.

© Robert Crawford

They look in with dim eyes
And faces sweet and sad,
Upon the life that dies —
Shades who have had

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Anticipation

© George Frederick Cameron

Anticipation is the oil that feeds

The flame of life. It is the Siren fair

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Where The Battle Passed

© Madison Julius Cawein

ONE blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought
Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes,
Survives, though shattered, and about it caught,
The strangling dodder streams.

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The Unfinished Book

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

TAKE it, reader, idly passing,
This, like other idle lines;
Take it, critic, great at classing
Subtle genius and its signs: