Life poems

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Edwin and Eltruda, a Legendary Tale

© Helen Maria Williams

Where the pure Derwent's waters glide
  Along their mossy bed,
Close by the river's verdant side,
  A castle rear'd its head.

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A Shamrock From The Irish Shore

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

O postman! speed thy tardy gait-

Go quicker round from door to door;

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Cui Bono?

© Henry Kendall

A CLAMOUR by day and a whisper by night,
  And the Summer comes—with the shining noons,
With the ripple of leaves, and the passionate light
  Of the falling suns and the rising moons.

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The Khalif And The Arab

© Madison Julius Cawein

  Provoked, astonished, wrinkled angrily,
  Hissed Hisham, "Slave! thou know'st me not I see!"
  Calmly the youth, "Aye, verily I know,
  O mannerless! thy tongue hath told me so,
  Thy tongue commanding ere it spake me _peace_--
  Soon art thou known, nor late may knowledge cease."

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The Cemetary Of Eylau

© Victor Marie Hugo

This to my elder brothers, schoolboys gay,

Was told by Uncle Louis on a day;

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A Prologue

© John Le Gay Brereton

  While to the clarion blown by Marlowe’s breath

  Tall Tragedy tramped by in hues of death,

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Tale XIII

© George Crabbe

hall,
Sires, sons, and sons of sons, were buried all,
She then abounded, and had wealth to spare
For softening grief she once was doom'd to share;
Thus train'd in misery's school, and taught to

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HMS Pinafore: Act I

© William Schwenck Gilbert


SCENE - Quarter-deck of H.M.S. Pinafore.  Sailors, led by
  Boatswain, discovered cleaning brasswork, splicing rope, etc.

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The Chapel of the Hermits

© John Greenleaf Whittier

"I do believe, and yet, in grief,
I pray for help to unbelief;
For needful strength aside to lay
The daily cumberings of my way.

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Madame Of Dreams

© William Stanley Braithwaite

To John Russell Hayes

KNOW a household made of pure delight,

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To Lucy, Countess of Bedford, with John Donne's Satires

© Benjamin Jonson

Lucy, you brightness of our sphere, who are

 Life of the Muses' day, their morning star!

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Fifty Years Apart

© Anonymous

They sit in the winter gloaming,
And the fire burns bright between;
One has passed seventy summers,
And the other just seventeen.

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Within and Without: Part III: A Dramatic Poem

© George MacDonald

SCENE I.-Night. London. A large meanly furnished room; a single
candle on the table; a child asleep in a little crib. JULIAN
sits by the table, reading in a low voice out of a book. He looks
older, and his hair is lined with grey; his eyes look clearer.

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Mazeppa

© George Gordon Byron

'Twas after dread Pultowa's day,
  When fortune left the royal Swede--
Around a slaughtered army lay,
  No more to combat and to bleed.

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In Memory: James T. Fields

© John Greenleaf Whittier

As a guest who may not stay
Long and sad farewells to say
Glides with smiling face away,

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The Home of Death

© George MacDonald

"Death, whaur do ye bide, auld Death?"

"I bide in ilka breath,"

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The Force Of Prayer, Or, The Founding Of Bolton, A Tradition

© William Wordsworth

"What is good for a bootless bene?"
With these dark words begins my Tale;
And their meaning is, whence can comfort spring
When Prayer is of no avail?

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The Black Preacher: A Breton Legend

© James Russell Lowell

Something like this, then, my guide had to tell,
Perched on a saint cracked across when he fell; 
But since I might chance give his meaning a wrench,
He talking his _patois_ and I English-French,
I'll put what he told me, preserving the tone,
In a rhymed prose that makes it half his, half my own.

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The Temperance Movement

© Charles Harpur

A POWER is stirring—a broad light has shone

 Amid the nation’s—in the wilderness