Life poems

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The Pleiades At Midnight

© Johannes Carsten Hauch

We are the nightly weavers
who gather the invisible threads
from the Milky Way's outmost ring
where the end of the loom stands.

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Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn?

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man

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Fame

© James Whitcomb Riley

I

Once, in a dream, I saw a man

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The Improvisatore

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.--EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.

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A Comparison

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I THINK, ofttimes, that lives of men may be
Likened to wandering winds that come and go,
Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow
O'er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.

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Such Is The Sickness Of Many A Good Thing

© Robert Duncan


so taut it taunts the song,
it resists the touch. It grows dark
to draw down the lover’s hand
from its lightness to what’s
  underground.

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Italy : 43. The Bag Of Gold

© Samuel Rogers

I dine very often with the good old Cardinal * * and, I
should add, with his cats; for they always sit at his table,
and are much the gravest of the company.  His beaming
countenance makes us forget his age; nor did I ever see

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To The Rev. George Coleridge

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Notus in fratres animi paterni.
Hor. Carm. lib.II.2.A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,

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In Praise of Mandragora

© Muriel Stuart

O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in praise
 Of life, and death, and immortality,-
Of passion, that goes famished all her days,-
 Of Faith, or fantasy;
Thou, all unpraised, unsung, I make this rhyme to thee.

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To William Wordsworth

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good !
Into my heart have I received that Lay
More than historic, that prophetic Lay
Wherein (high theme by thee first sung aright)

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An Indian at the Burial-Place of his Fathers.

© William Cullen Bryant

It is the spot I came to seek,--
  My fathers' ancient burial-place
Ere from these vales, ashamed and weak,
  Withdrew our wasted race.
It is the spot--I know it well--
Of which our old traditions tell.

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VIII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I will sit down awhile in dalliance
With my dead life, and dream that it is young.
My earliest memories have their home in France,
The chestnut woods of Bearn and streams among,

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The Lime-tree Bower my Prison [Addressed to Charles Lamb, o

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,
This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost
Beauties and feelings, such as would have been
Most sweet to my remembrance even when age

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Epitaph On Two Young Men Of The Name Of Leitch, Who Were Drowned In Crossing The River Southesk, 175

© James Beattie

O thou! whose steps in sacred reverence tread

These lone dominions of the silent dead;

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The Nightingale

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues.
Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge!

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Ballad

© Eustache Deschamps

Here is no flower, no violet e'er so sweet,
Nor tree, nor brier, whatever charms they show, Beauty nor worth where all perfections meet,
No man, nor woman, though her fate bestow
Bright locks, fair skin, cheeks that like roses glow,
Or wise or foolish nought by nature made,
Which length of time shall age not, and degrade, But the fierce hunter death shall hold in chase, And which, when old, the world will not upbraid: Old age ends all, in youth alone is grace.

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Human Life

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Whose sound and motion not alone declare,

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Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XXV

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

My childhood, then, had passed a mystery
Shrouded by death, my boyhood a shut thing.
The passion of my soul as it grew free
With growing youth, a bird with broken wing,

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The Captivity

© Oliver Goldsmith

FIRST PROPHET.
AIR.
Our God is all we boast below,
To him we turn our eyes;
And every added weight of woe
Shall make our homage rise. 

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Fears In Solitude

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

[Image][Image][Image][Image][Image] May my fears,
My filial fears, be vain ! and may the vaunts
And menace of the vengeful enemy
Pass like the gust, that roared and died away
In the distant tree : which heard, and only heard
In this low dell, bowed not the delicate grass.