Poems begining by U
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Uriconium An Ode
© Wilfred Owen
It lieth low near merry England's heart
Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen
Upon The Curtaine Of Lucasta's Picture, It Was Thus Wrought
© Richard Lovelace
Oh, stay that covetous hand; first turn all eye,
All depth and minde; then mystically spye
Her soul's faire picture, her faire soul's, in all
So truely copied from th' originall,
Une Feuille Morte
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Je rêve debout devant la porte
Qui vient de se fermer sur moi.
Je colle mes yeux en triste sorte
Sur ce carré de sombre bois.
Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard
© John Bunyan
What, barren here! in this so good a soil?
The sight of this doth make God's heart recoil
Upon a Braid of Hair in a Heart sent by Mrs. E. H.
© Henry King
In this small Character is sent
My Loves eternal Monument.
Whil'st we shall live, know, this chain'd Heart
Is our affections counter-part.
And if we never meet, think I
Bequeath'd it as my Legacy.
Ultima Thule: The Windmill
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Behold! a giant am I!
Aloft here in my tower,
With my granite jaws I devour
The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,
And grind them into flour.
Ulster 1912
© Rudyard Kipling
"Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover themselves with their works: their works are works of inquity and the act of violence is in their hands." - Isaiah lix. 6.
Unto Us A Son Is Given
© Alice Meynell
Given, not lent,
And not withdrawn-once sent -
This Infant of mankind, this One,
Is still the little welcome Son.
Under Stars by Tess Gallagher: American Life in Poetry #81 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
I have raised the metal flag
so its shadow under the roadlamp
leaves an imprint on the rain-heavy bushes.
Now I will walk back
thinking of the few lights still on
in the town a mile away.
Upon A Snail
© John Bunyan
She goes but softly, but she goeth sure,
She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do.
Usury
© Albert Durrant Watson
HEIR to the wealth of all the storied past,
A thousand generations pour their life
Into this heart of mine;
'Twere base indeed if these should be the last,
Life's standard bearing in some noble strife,
To advance the battle line.
Una Viajera
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Me saludó, y en medio de graciosos cumplidos,
su armonioso lenguaje me hizo reconocer
en ella a la cuentista de las horas de ayer
en la Plaza de Armas de musicales nidos.
Unveiled
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Oh! sometimes by the fire
Of holy passion, in me, all subdued,
And melted to a mortal woman's mood,
Tender and warm,--
She, from her goddess height,
In gracious answer to my soul's desire,
Under Sentence
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
PLACE--Scotland. TIME--Thirteenth Century.
OFF! off! no treacherous priest for me!
What's Heaven? what's Hell? Eternity!
It hath no meaning to mine ear.
Uomo Del Mio Tempo
© Salvatore Quasimodo
You are still the one with the stone and the sling,
Man of my time. You were in the cockpit,
Upon the death of my ever desired friend Doctor Donne Dean of Pauls
© Henry King
To have liv'd eminent in a degreee
Beyond our lofty'st flights, that is like thee;
Or t'have had too much merit is not safe;
For such excesses find no Epitaph.
Under A Stagnant Sky
© William Ernest Henley
O Death! O Change! O Time!
Without you, O, the insuperable eyes
Of these poor Might-Have-Beens,
These fatuous, ineffectual Yesterdays!
