Sad poems

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Lines To The Memory Of A Very Amiable Young Lady, Who Died At The Age Of Eighteen

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

AT length, departed saint! thy pangs are o'er,
And earthly suff'ring shall be thine no more;
Like some young rose-bud, blighted in its May,
Thy virtues bloom'd, to wither soon away!

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An Overlord

© Jessie Pope

HERE'S a prominent person

I must write a verse on

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Probatur Aliter

© Jonathan Swift


A long-ear'd beast, a bird that prates,
The bridegrooms' first gift to their mates,
Is by all pious Christians thought,
In clergymen the greatest fault.[2]

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Favorites of Pan

© Archibald Lampman

Once, long ago, before the gods
Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade,
Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods,
Or the lost shepherd strayed,

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A Roadway

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

Let those who will stride on their barren roads

  And prick themselves to haste with self-made goads,

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The Defiance Of Eteocles

© Aeschylus

MESSENGER

  Now at the Seventh Gate the seventh chief,

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Sonnet LXXXIV. To The Muse

© Charlotte Turner Smith

WILT thou forsake me who in life's bright May
Lent warmer lustre to the radiant morn;
And even o'er summer scenes by tempests torn,
Shed with illusive light the dewy ray

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Meditations of a Hindu Prince

© Alfred Comyn Lyall

ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod,  


Are the people eternally seeking for the signs and steps of a God?  

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Hope

© William Cowper

Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,

With disappointment lowering in his eyes,

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The Guests

© Arthur Symons

When I and my own heart are ail alone

With one another and our neighbour thought,

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The Little Left Hand - Act II

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Lady Marian. Send
For others then. I see a girl at the street's end
Selling some mignonette. What do you say?
(Putting on a bow.) This bow,
Is it too bright for the rest?

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A Photographic Failure

© Carolyn Wells

Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle
  Saw a patient Periwinkle
With a kodak, sitting idly by a rill.
  Feeling a desire awaken
  For to have his picture taken,
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle stood stock-still.

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The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The First =Third Dialogue.=

© Giordano Bruno

CIC. I do not believe it is always like that, Tansillo; because,
sometimes, notwithstanding that we discover the spirit to be vicious, we
remain heated and entangled; so that, although reason perceives the evil
and unworthiness of such a love, it yet has not power to alienate the
disordered appetite. In this disposition, I believe, was the Nolano when
he said:

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The Revolt Of Islam: Canto I-XII

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

There is no danger to a man, that knows
What life and death is: there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
-Chapman.

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John Underhill

© John Greenleaf Whittier

A score of years had come and gone
Since the Pilgrims landed on Plymouth stone,
When Captain Underhill, bearing scars
From Indian ambush and Flemish wars,
Left three-hilled Boston and wandered down,
East by north, to Cocheco town.

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An Offering

© George Herbert

Come, bring thy gift.  If blessings were as slow
As men's returns, what would become of fools?
What hast thou there? a heart? but is it pure?
Search well and see, for hearts have many holes.
Yet one pure heart is nothing to bestow:
In Christ two natures met to be thy cure.

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At The Corregidor’s

© Madison Julius Cawein

To Don Odora says Donna De Vine:
  "I yield to thy long endeavor!--
  At my balcony be on the stroke of nine,
  And, Signor, am thine forever!"

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Astraea: The Balance Of Illusions

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

Dear to his age were memories such as these,
Leaves of his June in life's autumnal breeze;
Such were the tales that won my boyish ear,
Told in low tones that evening loves to hear.

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Rubaiyat 41

© Shams al-Din Hafiz

I wish that fate would cease this carnage,
And to the lovers give their due wage.
In times of youth the rein in my hands,
Now on the saddle, I ride in old age.

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On A Landscape Bt Rubens

© William Lisle Bowles

Nay, let us gaze, ev'n till the sense is full,

  Upon the rich creation, shadowed so