Poems begining by U
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Up, Then, Dance We To The Song
© Walther von der Vogelweide
Up, then, dance we to the song,
Care, for ever be thou gone!
Firm at length shall be my step,
High again my spirit leap!
Upon A Lowering Of Morning
© John Bunyan
Thus 'tis when gospel light doth usher in
To us both sense of grace and sense of sin;
Yea, when it makes sin red with Christ's blood,
Then we can weep till weeping does us good.
Upon Mrs Eliz. Wheeler, Under The Name of Amarillis
© Robert Herrick
Sweet Amarillis, by a spring's
Soft and soul-melting murmurings,
Upon TheBegger
© John Bunyan
This beggar doth resemble them that pray
To God for mercy, and will take no nay,
But wait, and count that all his hard gainsays
Are nothing else but fatherly delays;
Then imitate him, praying souls, and cry:
There's nothing like to importunity.
Upon Phillis Walking In A Morning Before Sun-rising
© John Cleveland
THE sluggish morne as yet undrest,
My Phillis brake from out her East;
Unrest
© Archibald Lampman
All day upon the garden bright
The suns shines strong,
But in my heart there is no light,
Or any song.
Untitled #2
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
ROBE d'or, mais rien ne veut
Qu'une rose à ses cheveux.
A golden robe, yet will she wear
Only a rose in her golden hair.
Unlock The Land(an Australian Ballad)
© Anonymous
Why in this sunny land of gold
Rich soil and wealth containing,
Should we from day to day behold
The unemployed complaining?
Ultima Thule: Night
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Into the darkness and the hush of night
Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away,
Undine
© Renee Vivien
Your laughter is light, your caress deep,
Your cold kisses love the harm they do;
Your eyes-blue lotus waves
And the water lilies are less pure than your face..
Unyielding
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the fierce harsh storms of Baisakh,
Golden ripened fruit fell tumbling.
'Dust, I said, 'defiles such offerings:
Let your hands be heaven to them.'
Still you showed no friendliness.
Undertone
© Madison Julius Cawein
Ah me! too soon the Autumn comes
Among these purple-plaintive hills!
Too soon among the forest gums
Premonitory flame she spills,
Bleak, melancholy flame that kills.
Urania, or Spiritual Poems: Sonnet 7 - Thrice Happy He Who
© William Henry Drummond
Thrice happy he who by some shady grove
Far from the clamorous world doth live his own;
Usne sukuut-e-shab meN bhii
© Ahmad Faraz
usne sukuut-e-shab meN bhii apnaa payaam rakh diyaa
hijr kii raat baam par maah-e-tamaam rakh diyaa
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren
© Meer Taqi Meer
ulti ho gain sab tadabiren, kuch na dawa ne kam kiya
dekha is bimari-e-dil ne akhir kam tamam kiya
Uncertainty
© Adam Mickiewicz
While I don't see you, I don't shed a tear
I never lose my senses when you're near,
But, with our meetings few and far between
There's something missing, waiting to be seen.
Is there a name for what I'm thinking of?
Are we just friends? Or should I call this love?
Up In The Morning Early
© Robert Burns
Cauld blaws the wind frae east to west,
The drift is driving sairly;
Sae loud shrill`s I hear the blast,
I`m sure it`s winters fairly.
Under The Skin Of Men
© Edgar Albert Guest
Did you ever sit down and talk with men
In a serious sort of a way,
Unarmed Combat
© Henry Reed
In due course of course you will all be issued with
Your proper issue; but until tomorrow,
You can hardly be said to need it; and until that time,
We shall have unarmed combat. I shall teach you.
The various holds and rolls and throws and breakfalls
Which you may sometimes meet.
