Life poems

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Paradise Lost: Book IX (1674)

© Patrick Kavanagh

To whom the Virgin Majestie of Eve,
As one who loves, and some unkindness meets,
With sweet austeer composure thus reply'd,

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Mummia

© Rupert Brooke

As those of old drank mummia
To fire their limbs of lead,
Making dead kings from Africa
Stand pandar to their bed;

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The Painter Dreaming in the Scholar’s House

© Howard Nemerov

The painter’s eye follows relation out.
His work is not to paint the visible,
He says, it is to render visible.

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Last May a Braw Wooer

© Robert Burns

Last May a braw wooer cam down the lang glen,
 And sair wi' his love he did deave me;
I said there was naething I hated like men:
 The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me, believe me,
 The deuce gae wi 'm to believe me.

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Proem.

© Robert Crawford

I only knew one poet in my life.
— BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,

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The Bard

© Vasily Andreyevich Zhukovsky

My  friends, can you descry that mound of earth

Above clear waters in the shade of trees?

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The Reason

© Stevie Smith

My life is vile
 I hate it so
 I’ll wait awhile 
 And then I’ll go.

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Postpartum Blues

© Joseph Brodsky

But what's in the way
To the way in? God,
That desperate explanation,
Mentor and tormentor, giving us
The duties of paradise,

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To Mr. Pope

© Thomas Parnell

To praise, and still with just respect to praise
A Bard triumphant in immortal bays,
The Learn'd to show, the Sensible commend,
Yet still preserve the province of the Friend,
What life, what vigour must the lines require?
What Music tune them, what affection fire?

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Cold

© Madison Julius Cawein

A mist that froze beneath the moon and shook

Minutest frosty fire in the air.

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A Shropshire Lad XXXI: On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble

© Alfred Edward Housman

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
 His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
 And thick on Severn snow the leaves.

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On Virtue

© Phillis Wheatley

O thou bright jewel in my aim I strive


To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare

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The Dying Hunter to his Dog

© Susanna Moodie

Lie down—lie down!—my noble hound,

 That joyful bark give o’er;

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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

THE SAME CONTINUED
These flowers shall be my offering, living flowers
Which here shall die with you in sacrifice,
Flowers from the empty fields which once were yours

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Limerick:There was an Old Person of Tartary

© Edward Lear

There was an Old Person of Tartary,
Who divided his jugular artery;
But he screeched to his wife,
And she said, 'Oh, my life!
Your death will be felt by all Tartary!'

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The Book Of Paradise - The Seven Sleepers

© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

And the sheep-dog will not leave them,--
Scared away, his foot all-mangled,
To his master still he presses,
And he joins the hidden party,
Joins the favorites of slumber.

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Haverhill

© John Greenleaf Whittier

O river winding to the sea!
We call the old time back to thee;
From forest paths and water-ways
The century-woven veil we raise.

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Days of 1994: Alexandrians

© Marilyn Hacker

for Edmund White
Lunch: as we close the twentieth century, 
death, like a hanger-on or a wanna-be
 sits with us at the cluttered bistro
 table, inflecting the conversation.

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The Bridal of the Year

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Yes! the Summer is returning,

 Warmer, brighter beams are burning

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January 22nd, Missolonghi

© Lord Byron

On this Day I Complete my Thirty-Sixth Year
'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
  Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet though I cannot be beloved,
 Still let me love!