Trust poems

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The Dream

© Caroline Norton

Ah! bless'd are they for whom 'mid all their pains
That faithful and unalter'd love remains;
Who, Life wreck'd round them,--hunted from their rest,--
And, by all else forsaken or distress'd,--
Claim, in one heart, their sanctuary and shrine--
As I, my Mother, claim'd my place in thine!

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Torment

© Daisy Fried

“I fucked up bad”: Justin cracks his neck,

talking to nobody. Fifteen responsible children,

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Servants of God, in Joyful Lays

© James Montgomery

Servants of God, in joyful lays,
Sing ye the Lord Jehovah’s praise;
His glorious Name let all adore,
From age to age, forevermore.

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The Idols

© Robert Laurence Binyon


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The Forests of the Night awaken blind in heat
Of black stupor; and stirring in its deep retreat,
I hear the heart of Darkness slowly beat and beat.

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The Watchers

© John Greenleaf Whittier

BESIDE a stricken field I stood;

On the torn turf, on grass and wood,

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Lohengrin

© Emma Lazarus

THE holy bell, untouched by human hands,
Clanged suddenly, and tolled with solemn knell.
Between the massive, blazoned temple-doors,
Thrown wide, to let the summer morning in,

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Epitaph

© Katherine Philips

On her Son H.P. at St. Syth’s Church where her body also lies interred


What on Earth deserves our trust?

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Thomas Jefferson

© Stephen Vincent Benet

Thomas Jefferson,
What do you say
Under the gravestone
Hidden away?

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The Trusting Heart

© Dorothy Parker

Oh, I'd been better dying,
 Oh, I was slow and sad;
A fool I was, a-crying
 About a cruel lad!

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To -- -- --. Ulalume: A Ballad

© Edgar Allan Poe

The skies they were ashen and sober;

 The leaves they were crispéd and sere—

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Mugging (I)

© Allen Ginsberg

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Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk—

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Michael: A Pastoral Poem

© William Wordsworth


  Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up:
 And now, when he had reached his eighteenth year,
 He was his comfort and his daily hope.

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To You

© Kenneth Koch

I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut

That will solve a murder case unsolved for years

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Lament

© Thom Gunn

Your dying was a difficult enterprise.

First, petty things took up your energies,

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Elegiac Stanzas In Memory Of My Brother, John Commander Of The E. I. Company’s Ship The Earl Of Aber

© William Wordsworth

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THE Sheep-boy whistled loud, and lo!
That instant, startled by the shock,
The Buzzard mounted from the rock

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Platonic Love

© Abraham Cowley

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 Indeed I must confess,

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Voyages

© Hart Crane

Above the fresh ruffles of the surf
Bright striped urchins flay each other with sand. 
They have contrived a conquest for shell shucks, 
And their fingers crumble fragments of baked weed 
Gaily digging and scattering.

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The King Of Brentford’s Testament

© William Makepeace Thackeray

The noble King of Brentford
 Was old and very sick,
He summon'd his physicians
 To wait upon him quick;
They stepp'd into their coaches
 And brought their best physick.

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Five Visions of Captain Cook

© Kenneth Slessor

Two chronometers the captain had,
One by Arnold that ran like mad,
One by Kendal in a walnut case,
Poor devoted creature with a hangdog face.

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My Mother-Land

© Paul Hamilton Hayne


Death! What of death?--
Can he who once drew honorable breath
In liberty's pure sphere,
Foster a sensual fear,
When death and slavery meet him face to face,