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Whistling Sam
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When dey had revival meetin' an' de Lawd's good grace was flowin'
On de groun' dat needed wat'rin' whaih de seeds of good was growin',
While de othahs was a-singin' an' a-shoutin' right an' lef,
You could hyeah dat boy a-whistlin' kin' o' sof beneaf his bref:
Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere
© William Wordsworth
MARK how the feathered tenants of the flood,
With grace of motion that might scarcely seem
Inferior to angelical, prolong
Their curious pastime! shaping in mid air
We Are To Play The Game Of Death
© Rabindranath Tagore
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
War And Peace
© Franklin Pierce Adams
"This war is a terrible thing," he said,
"With its countless numbers of needless dead;
A futile warfare it seems to me,
Fought for no principle I can see.
Alas, that thousands of hearts should bleed
For naught but a tyrant's boundless greed!"
Windless Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE rain, the desolate rain!
Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill!
Wind O' The Autumn
© William Henry Ogilvie
I love you, wind o' the Autumn, that came from I know not where,
To lead me out of the toiling world to a ballroom fresh and fair,
Where the poplars tall and golden and the beeches rosy and red
Are setting to woodland partners and dancing the stars to bed!
Winter's Approach
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
DE sun hit shine an' de win' hit blow,
Ol' Brer Rabbit be a-layin' low,
Worn Out
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
What Mean Ye?
© Anonymous
What mean ye that ye bruise and bind
My people, saith the Lord,
And starve your craving brother's mind,
Who asks to hear my word?
Woe Is Me
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Far in the cradling sky,
Dawn opes his baby eye,
Then I awake and cry,
Woe is me!
Who never lost,
© Emily Dickinson
Who never lost, are unprepared
A Coronet to find!
Who never thirsted
Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
What Of The Night?
© Ada Cambridge
To you, who look below,
Where little candles glow -
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet -
Wind by Mike White: American Life in Poetry #121 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
A waiter in a clean apron
appeared, not quite
certain, shielding his eyes, wary
of our rumbling engines.
Which are You?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Washing And Dressing
© Ann Taylor
AH! why will my dear little girl be so cross,
And cry, and look sulky, and pout?
To lose her sweet smile is a terrible loss,
I can't even kiss her without.
Written In The Beginning Of Mezeray's History Of France
© Matthew Prior
Whate'er thy countrymen have done
By law and wit, by sword and gun,
In thee is faithfully recited,
And all the living world that view
Thy work, give thee the praises due
At once instructed and delighted.
Wings In The Night
© Katharine Tynan
Now in the soft spring midnight
There's rush of wings and whirr,
Birds flying softly, swiftly;
The night's a-flutter, a-stir.
Windsor Poetics : Lines Composed On The Occasion Of His Royal Highness The Prince Regent Being Seen
© George Gordon Byron
Famed for contemptuous breach of sacred ties,
By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies;
Between them stands another sceptred thing--
It moves, it reigns--in all but name, a king:
When dey 'Listed Colored Soldiers
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Dey was talkin' in de cabin, dey was talkin' in de hall;
But I listened kin' o' keerless, not a-t'inkin' 'bout it all;
