Life poems

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Hauntings

© Rupert Brooke

So a poor ghost, beside his misty streams,
Is haunted by strange doubts, evasive dreams,
Hints of a pre-Lethean life, of men,
Stars, rocks, and flesh, things unintelligible,
And light on waving grass, he knows not when,
And feet that ran, but where, he cannot tell.

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To The Beloved

© Giacomo Leopardi

Beauty beloved, who hast my heart inspired,

  Seen from afar, or with thy face concealed,

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Mr. Dana, of the New York Sun

© Eugene Field

Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81
A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York Sun.
His name wuz Cantell Whoppers, 'nd he wuz a sight ter view
Ez he walked inter the orfice 'nd inquired fer work ter do.

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To The New-Born

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

A BLESSING on thy head, thou child of many hopes and fears!
A rainbow-welcome thine hath been, of mingled smiles and tears.
Thy father greets thee unto life, with a full and chasten'd heart,
For a solemn gift from God thou com'st, all precious as thou art!

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Mary smith

© Eugene Field

Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,
There used to live a pretty girl whose name was Mary Smith;
And though it's many years since last I saw that pretty girl,
And though I feel I'm sadly worn by Western strife and whirl;

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Will Ye Also Go Away?

© John Newton

When any turn from Zion's way,
(Alas! what numbers do!)
Methinks I hear my Saviour say,
Wilt thou forsake me too?

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Marthy's younkit

© Eugene Field

The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way
Ez if it waited for a child to jine it in its play;
The wild-flowers uv the hillside bent down their heads to hear
The music uv the little feet that had somehow grown so dear;

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Madge: Ye Hoyden

© Eugene Field

At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft,
Ffor that a romping wench was shee--
"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft,
"Forsooken sholde your folly bee!"

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Little Mack

© Eugene Field

This talk about the journalists that run the East is bosh,
We've got a Western editor that's little, but, O gosh!
He lives here in Mizzoora where the people are so set
In ante-bellum notions that they vote for Jackson yet;

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Inscription for my little son's silver plate

© Eugene Field

When thou dost eat from off this plate,
I charge thee be thou temperate;
Unto thine elders at the board
Do thou sweet reverence accord;

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Epilogue

© Francis Thompson

Virtue may unlock hell, or even

A sin turn in the wards of Heaven,

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Horace and Lydia Reconciled

© Eugene Field

When you were mine in auld lang syne,
And when none else your charms might ogle,
I'll not deny,
Fair nymph, that I
Was happier than a Persian mogul.

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Good-Children Street

© Eugene Field

There's a dear little home in Good-Children street -
My heart turneth fondly to-day
Where tinkle of tongues and patter of feet
Make sweetest of music at play;
Where the sunshine of love illumines each face
And warms every heart in that old-fashioned place.

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Return!

© Sydney Thompson Dobell

RETURN, return! all night my lamp is burning,
All night, like it, my wide eyes watch and burn;
Like it, I fade and pale, when day returning
Bears witness that the absent can return,
 Return, return.

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In Earliest Spring

© William Dean Howells

TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,
  Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath,
Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and
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  Round the shuddering house, threatening of winter and death.

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Croquet by Moonlight

© Julia A Moore

On a moonlight evening, in the month of May,
A number of young people were playing at croquet,
They mingled together, the bashful with the gay,
And had a pleasant time and chat, while playing at croquet.

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Sonnet XIV "Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes"

© Henry Timrod

Are these wild thoughts, thus fettered in my rhymes,

Indeed the product of my heart and brain?

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From: Tecumseh

© Charles Mair

There was a time on this fair continent
When all things throve in spacious peacefulness.
The prosperous forests unmolested stood,
For where the stalwart oak grew there it lived
Long ages, and then died among its kind.

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Sonnet XXXVI. Life And Death. 8.

© Christopher Pearse Cranch

NOT for a rapture unalloyed I ask.
Not for a recompense for all I miss.
A banquet of the gods in heavenly bliss,
A realm in whose warm sunshine I may bask,