Life poems

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In Paths Untrodden

© Walt Whitman

IN paths untrodden,

In the growth by margins of pond-waters,

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On The Dunes

© Sara Teasdale

IF there is any life when death is over,
These tawny beaches will know much of me,
I shall come back, as constant and as changeful
As the unchanging, many-colored sea.

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Requiem

© Anna Akhmatova

Not under foreign skies
  Nor under foreign wings protected  -
  I shared all this with my own people
  There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
  [1961]

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To The Life Eternal

© George MacDonald

Thou art my thought, my heart, my being's fortune,
The search for thee my growth's first conscious date;
For nought, for everything, I thee importune;
Thou art my all, my origin and fate!

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The Wedding Day

© Alaric Alexander Watts

The last! the last! the last!
Oh, by that little word,
How many thoughts are stirred! ~ CAROLINE SOUTHEY.

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The Fan : A Poem. Book III.

© John Gay

Learn hence, ye wives; bid vain suspicion cease,
Lose not in sulien discontent your peace.
For when fierce love to jealousy ferments,
A thousand doubts and fears the soul invents,
No more the days in pleasing converse flow,
And nights no more their soft endearments know.

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Julia, or the Convent of St. Claire

© Amelia Opie

Stranger, that massy, mouldering pile,
Whose ivied ruins load the ground,
Reechoed once to pious strains
By holy sisters breathed around.

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Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part III.

© Isabella Valancy Crawford

The great farm house of Malcolm Graem stood

Square shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,

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"He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems"

© Lesbia Harford

He has picked grapes in the sun. Oh it seems
Like a fairy tale,
Like a tale of dreams.
"He in his slender youth, with vines, with sun,

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The Great Chicago Fire

© Julia A Moore

The great Chicago Fire, friends,

  Will never be forgot;

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The Rites Of Darkness

© Kenneth Patchen

The sleds of the children
Move down the right slope.
To the left, hazed in the tumbling air,
A thousand lights smudge
Within the branches of the old forest,
Like colored moons in a well of milk.

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The Factories

© Margaret Widdemer

I have shut my little sister in from life and light

(For a rose, for a ribbon, for a wreath across my hair),

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God Speaks To Each Of Us

© Rainer Maria Rilke

God speaks to each of us before we are,
Before he's formed us — then, in cloudy speech,
But only then, he speaks these words to each
And silently walks with us from the dark:

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Being Dad On Christmas Eve

© Edgar Albert Guest

They've hung their stockings up with care,

And I am in my old arm chair,

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Givers

© Margaret Widdemer

MY lover kissed my lips, and his arms went round my body,
But you were kissing the lips of my soul in our own wild garden
Where the rose-colored moon shone down
Through a sevenfold garland of rainbow stars
And a river of clear golden music rippled and thrilled
  In our own place.

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Children Of Love

© Harold Monro

The holy boy
 Went from his mother out in the cool of the day
 Over the sun-parched fields
 And in among the olives shining green and shining grey.

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Chanting The Square Deific

© Walt Whitman


But as the seasons, and gravitation-and as all the appointed days,
  that forgive not,
I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least
  remorse.

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In after Time

© Walter Savage Landor

NO, my own love of other years!
  No, it must never be.
Much rests with you that yet endears,
  Alas! but what with me?

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Charleston At The Close Of 1863

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

WHAT! still does the mother of treason uprear
Her crest 'gainst the furies that darken her sea,
Unquelled by mistrust, and unblanched by a fear,
Unbowed her proud head, and unbending her knee,
Calm, steadfast and free!

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Sonnet X

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

AS one who strays from out some shadowy glade,
Fronting a lurid noontide, stern, yet bright,
O'er mart and tower, and castellated height,
Shrinks slowly backward, dazed and half afraid--