Poems begining by Q
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Quaker Hill
© Hart Crane
Perspective never withers from their eyes;
They keep that docile edict of the Spring
Queen Mab: Part VI.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
All touch, all eye, all ear,
The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech.
Queen Mab: Part I.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
FAIRY
'Spirit! who hast dived so deep;
Spirit! who hast soared so high;
Thou the fearless, thou the mild,
Accept the boon thy worth hath earned,
Ascend the car with me!'
Quart Pot Creek.
© James Brunton Stephens
ON an evening ramble lately, as I wandered on sedately,
Linking curious fancies, modern, mediaeval, and antique,
Quand Meme
© Edith Nesbit
AGE pauses on his toilsome way
To let youth pluck her flowers of play;
Flowers are not always, but we may
Cut thorns and thistles any day.
Quatrains
© Herbert Bashford
LONG hours we toiled up through the solemn wood
Beneath moss-banners stretched from tree to tree;
At last upon a barren hill we stood
And, lo, above loomed Majesty!
Queen Mab: Part VIII.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE FAIRY
'The present and the past thou hast beheld.
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn,
The secrets of the future--Time!
Quatrains
© Madison Julius Cawein
Above his misered embers, gnarled and gray,
With toil-twitched limbs he bends; around his hut,
Want, like a hobbling hag, goes night and day,
Scolding at windows and at doors tight-shut.
Queer Things
© Emanuel Carnevali
My legs will be
little steel rods,
which will continue
trotting after
I am dead.
Queen Marys Letter To Bothwell
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Pitiful gods! Have pity on my passion.
Teach me the road how I a certain proving
Shall make to him I love of my great loving,
My faith unchanged, nor plead it in fool's fashion.
Quiet
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
COME not the earliest petal here, but only
Wind, cloud, and star,
Lovely and far,
Make it less lonely.
Questions
© Edgar Albert Guest
Would you sell your boy for a stack of gold?
Would you miss that hand that is yours to hold?
Quickness
© Henry Vaughan
False life, a foil and no more, when
Wilt thou be gone?
Thou foul deception of all men
That would not have the true come on.
Quatrains Of Life
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What has my youth been that I love it thus,
Sad youth, to all but one grown tedious,
Stale as the news which last week wearied us,
Or a tired actor's tale told to an empty house?
Quatrains
© James Benjamin Kenyon
YON clouds that roam the deserts of the air,
On wind-swift barbs, oer many an azure plain,
Scarce pause to lift to Allah one small prayer,
Ere Ishmaels spirit drives them forth again.
Quatrain 1693 (Farsi with English Translation)
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Or, if you have opened the [jug's] top, you must make (me) drunk
and ruined.
Quand Au Mouton Belant
© André Marie de Chénier
Quand au mouton bêlant la sombre boucherie
Ouvre ses cavernes de mort,
