Life poems

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Bitter-Sweet

© Henry Van Dyke

Just to give up, and trust

  All to a Fate unknown,

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Anti-heroine

© Judith Viorst

I'd planned to be Heathcliff's Cathy,

Lady Brett, Nicole or Dominique or Scarlett O'Hara.

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The Realm Of Rest

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

In the realm that Nature boundeth
Are there balmy shores of peace,
Where no passion-torrent soundeth,
And no storm-wind seeks release?

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Canto de Esperanza (With English Translation)

© Rubén Dario

Un gran vuelo de cuervos mancha el azul celeste.
Un soplo milenario trae amagos de peste.
Se asesinan los hombres en el extremo Este.

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In France I Saw A Hill

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope
Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam
From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope,
But those green graves bespeak a broken dream.

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E Tenebris

© Oscar Wilde

  From morn to noon on Carmel's smitten height."
Nay, peace, I shall behold before the night,
  The feet of brass, the robe more white than flame,
  The wounded hands, the weary human face.

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Spring

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Frost-locked all the winter,

Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,

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The Death Of Hood

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE maimed and broken warrior lay,
By his last foeman brought to bay.
No sounds of battlefield were there--
The drum's deep bass, the trumpet's blare.

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To A Dog

© John Jay Chapman

PAST happiness dissolves. It fades away,

Ghost-like, in that dim attic of the mind

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Time’s Weariness

© Alfred Austin

Slow Time, that carrieth such a monstrous load

From every stage and hostel of the Past,

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Late Night with Fog and Horses

© Raymond Carver


They were in the living room. Saying their

goodbyes. Loss ringing in their ears.

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Soul's Call

© Mathilde Blind

When you wake from troubled slumbers
With a dream-bewildered brain,
And old leaves which no man numbers
Chattering tap against the pane;

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The Prisoners Of Naples

© John Greenleaf Whittier

I HAVE been thinking of the victims bound
In Naples, dying for the lack of air
And sunshine, in their close, damp cells of pain,
Where hope is not, and innocence in vain

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Lovest Thou Me?

© John Newton

'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought;
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?

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Thick-headed Thoughts: Part 1

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

I've something of the bull-dog in my breed,

The spaniel is developed somewhat less;

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Sir Eustace Grey

© George Crabbe

And shall I then the fact deny?
I was--thou know'st--I was begone,
Like him who fill'd the eastern throne,
To whom the Watcher cried aloud;
That royal wretch of Babylon,
Who was so guilty and so proud.

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The Voyage Of St. Brendan A.D. 545 - The Buried City

© Denis Florence MacCarthy

Beside that giant stream that foams and swells
Betwixt Hy-Conaill and Moyarta's shore,
And guards the isle where good Senanus dwells,
A gentle maiden dwelt in days of yore.

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Picture By Giov. Bellini, In The Church Of The Redentore At Venice

© Richard Monckton Milnes

THE VIRGIN.
  Who am I, to be so far exalted
Over all the maidens of Judaea,
That here only in this lonely bosom

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The Real And The Ideal

© Owen Suffolk

I feel I have - and who has not?

An inner and outer life:

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To Pius IX

© John Greenleaf Whittier

THE cannon's brazen lips are cold;
No red shell blazes down the air;
And street and tower, and temple old,
Are silent as despair.