Poems begining by U
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Upon The Sand
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
Day in, day out, against its yielding wall,
Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,
Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.
Unconquered
© William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
Uma Criatura
© Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis
Sei de uma criatura antiga e formidável,
Que a si mesma devora os membros e as entranhas,
Com a sofreguidão da fome insaciável.
Untitled
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers dont finally meet somewhere
Theyre in each other all along.
Upon The Image Of Death
© Robert Southwell
Before my face the picture hangs
That daily should put me in mind
Of those cold names and bitter pangs
That shortly I am like to find;
But yet, alas, full little I
Do think hereon that I must die.
Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver.
© Anne Bradstreet
Bles't bee thy Name, who did'st restore
To health my Daughter dear
Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents
© Jeremy Taylor
Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries
At the obsequies
Upon the Late Storm
© Edmund Waller
[And Death of His Highness Ensuing the Same.]
We must resign! Heaven his great soul does claim
"Up! Everything that God has made"
© Hans Adolph Brorson
Up! Everything that God has made,
His glory now be praising,
The smallest creature too is great,
And proves his might amazing.
Uncle Out O Debt An Out O Danger
© William Barnes
His meäre's long vlexy vetlocks grow'd
Down roun' her hoofs so black an' brode;
Her head hung low, her taïl reach'd down
A-bobbèn nearly to the groun'.
The cwoat that uncle mwostly wore
Wer long behind an' straïght avore,
Unstable Pride
© Arthur Symons
Because her body is a tender thing,
Like powdered butterflies, that must remain
Unshackled Thoughts On Chivalry, Romance, Adventure, Etc.
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Yesterday afternoon, while I was walking on Worth Street,
A gust of wind blew my hat off.
Ultimately
© Ernest Hemingway
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
He drooled and slobbered in the end;
Truth dribbling his chin.
Una Bawn
© Francis Ledwidge
Una Bawn, the days are long,
And the seas I cross are wide,
I must go when Ireland needs,
And you must bide.
Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut
© Sidney Lanier
Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole
Upbore his frontage largely toward the sky.
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his bravery!
Upon The Sudden Restraint Of The Earl Of Somerset, Then Falling From Favour
© Sir Henry Wotton
Dazled thus with height of place,
Whilst our Hopes our wits Beguile,
No man marks the narrow space
'Twixt a Prison and a Smile.
