Life poems

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Dedication for a House

© Edgar Bowers

We, who were long together homeless, raise
Brick walls, wood floors, a roof, and windows up
To what sustained us in those threatening days
Unto this end. Alas, that this bright cup
Be empty of the care and life of him
Who should have made it overflow its brim.

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On the Universality and Other Attributes of the God of Nature

© Philip Morin Freneau

ALL that we see, about, abroad,
What is it all, but nature's God?
In meaner works discovered here
No less than in the starry sphere.

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Up And Down The Lanes Of Love

© Edgar Albert Guest

UP and down the lanes of love,

With the bright blue skies above,

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The Indian Burying Ground

© Philip Morin Freneau

In spite of all the learn'd have said;
I still my old opinion keep,
The posture, that we give the dead,
Points out the soul's eternal sleep.

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In Time of Pestilence

© Thomas Nashe

Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
  This world uncertain is;
  Fond are life's lustful joys,
  Death proves them all but toys,

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A Fish Answers

© James Henry Leigh Hunt

O breather of unbreathable, sword-sharp air,
How canst exist? How bear thyself, thou dry
And dreary sloth? WHat particle canst share
Of the only blessed life, the watery?
I sometimes see of ye an actual pair
Go by! linked fin by fin! most odiously.

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The Woodlands

© William Barnes

O spread ageän your leaves an' flow'rs,

  Lwonesome woodlands! zunny woodlands!

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Robin Hood, An Outlaw.

© James Henry Leigh Hunt

Robin Hood is an outlaw bold
Under the greenwood tree;
Bird, nor stag, nor morning air
Is more at large than he.

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The Rustic Life.

© Robert Crawford

Happy are ye who can put by the stress
Of so much of the trouble worldlings know;
Ye who seem almost creatures of the woods,
Now animal and now bird-like amid

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Like A Laverock In The Lift

© Jean Ingelow

It's we two, it's we two, it's we two for aye,
All the world, and we two, and Heaven be our stay!
Like a laverock in the lift, sing, O bonny bride!
All the world was Adam once, with Eve by his side.

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To The River Itchin

© William Lisle Bowles

Itchin! when I behold thy banks again,

  Thy crumbling margin, and thy silver breast,

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A River Isle.

© Robert Crawford

A little island in the river
There is, round which the breezes quiver
Like sweet birds that would stay
A moment on their way,

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The Spring In Ireland: 1916

© James Brunton Stephens

In other lands they may,
With public joy or dole along the way,
With pomp and pageantry and loud lament
Of drums and trumpets, and with merriment
Of grateful hearts, lead into rest and sted
The nation's dead.

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Scenes In London II - Oxford Street

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

LIFE in its many shapes was there,
The busy and the gay;
Faces that seemed too young and fair
To ever know decay.

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Written A Year After The Events

© Charles Lamb

Alas! how am I chang'd! Where be the tears,

The sobs, and forc'd suspensions of the breath,

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The Passing Strange

© John Masefield

Out of the earth to rest or range
Perpetual in perpetual change,
The unknown passing through the strange.

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C.l.m.

© John Masefield

IN the dark womb where I began
My mother's life made me a man.
Through all the months of human birth
Her beauty fed my common earth.
I cannot see, nor breathe, nor stir,
But through the death of some of her.

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The Happiest Girl in the World

© Augusta Davies Webster

A week ago; only a little week:
it seems so much much longer, though that day
is every morning still my yesterday;
as all my life 'twill be my yesterday,
for all my life is morrow to my love.
Oh fortunate morrow! Oh sweet happy love!

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A Creed

© John Masefield

I HOLD that when a person dies
His soul returns again to earth;
Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise
Another mother gives him birth.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain
The old soul takes the road again.

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The Wanderer

© John Masefield

ALL day they loitered by the resting ships,
Telling their beauties over, taking stock;
At night the verdict left my messmate's lips,
"The Wanderer is the finest ship in dock."