Life poems

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A Translation

© Rudyard Kipling

Horace, BK. V., Ode 3 "Regulus"-- A Diversity of Creatures
There are whose study is of smells,
And to attentive schools rehearse
How something mixed with something else
Makes something worse.

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Tomlinson

© Rudyard Kipling

Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,
And a Spirit came to his bedside and gripped him by the hair --
A Spirit gripped him by the hair and carried him far away,
Till he heard as the roar of a rain-fed ford the roar of the Milky Way:

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I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark

© Gerard Manley Hopkins

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.

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A Toast

© George Santayana

See this bowl of purple wine,

Life-blood of the lusty vine!

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A British PHILIPPIC

© Mark Akenside

Occasion'd by the Insults of the Spaniards, and the present Preparations for War, 1738.


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The Domestic Affections

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Favor'd of Heav'n! O Genius! are they thine,
When round thy brow the wreaths of glory shine;
While rapture gazes on thy radiant way,
'Midst the bright realms of clear and mental day?

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The Song of the Women

© Rudyard Kipling

How shall she know the worship we would do her?
The walls are high, and she is very far.
How shall the woman's message reach unto her
Above the tumult of the packed bazaar?
Free wind of March, against the lattice blowing,
Bear thou our thanks, lest she depart unknowing.

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Love Well The Hour

© Edith Nesbit

HEART of my heart, my life and light,
  If you were lost what should I do?
I dare not let you from my sight,
  Lest Death should fall in love with you.

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Song of the Wise Children

© Rudyard Kipling

When the darkened Fifties dip to the North,
And frost and the fog divide the air,
And the day is dead at his breaking-forth,
Sirs, it is bitter beneath the Bear!

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Autograph Verses

© Joseph Furphy

"Prove what Life can give of gladness;

Seek for aught that merits trust —

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The Call To Service

© Edgar Albert Guest

These are the days when little thoughts
Must cease men's minds to occupy;
The nation needs men's larger creeds,
Big men must answer to her cry;
No longer selfish ways we tread,
The greater task lies just ahead.

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When Evening Shadows Fall

© James Whitcomb Riley

When evening shadows fall,

  She hangs her cares away

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The Song of the Cities

© Rudyard Kipling

BOMBAY

Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen
Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands --

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The Settler

© Rudyard Kipling

1903(South African War ended, May, 1902)
Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run,
And the deep soil glistens red,
I will repair the wrong that was done

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Nathan The Wise - Act IV

© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing


SCENE.--The Cloister of a Convent.
The FRIAR alone.

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Monodies

© Charles Harpur

I.

I stand in thought beside my father’s grave:

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The Sea-Wife

© Rudyard Kipling

There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate,
And a wealthy wife is she;
She breeds a breed o' rovin' men
And casts them over sea.

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Youth In Age

© George Meredith

Once I was part of the music I heard
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,
For joy of the beating of wings on high
My heart shot into the breast of the bird.

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Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee

© Emily Dickinson

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee
How long a Day I could endure
Though thine attention stop not on me
Nor the least signal, Me assure—

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"Welcome, Dear Heart, and a Most Kind Good-Morrow"

© Thomas Hood

Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;
The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:—
Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow
Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.