War poems

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St. Francis Of Borgia By The Coffin Of Queen Isabel

© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon

“Open the coffin and shroud until

  I look on the dead again

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The Death of Slavery

© William Cullen Bryant

O THOU great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years,

  Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield

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Whistling Phil McHugh

© William Percy French

Oh! Whistlin Phil McHugh,

Has come over from Bunlaghy,

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 06

© Torquato Tasso

LXXXII

"Love hath Eustatio chosen, Fortune thee,

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The Effigies

© Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Warrior! whose image on thy tomb,

 With shield and crested head,

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Second Sunday In Advent

© John Keble

Not till the freezing blast is still,

Till freely leaps the sparkling rill,

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Thou Shalt Not Kill

© Kenneth Rexroth


Harry who didn’t care at all?
Hart who went back to the sea?
  Timor mortis conturbat me.

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Sonnet 5

© Richard Barnfield

It is reported of faire Thetis' Sonne

(Achilles famous for his chiualry,

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The Mother’s Heart

© Caroline Norton

Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Nor injured either, by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call--
But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!

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The Teacher Of Wisdom

© Oscar Wilde

From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect
knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the
saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of
his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of
his answers.

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Bonnie New South Wales

© Henry Lawson

The waratah and wattle there in all their glory grow—
And if they bloom on hills elsewhere, I’m not supposed to know,
The tales that other States may tell—I never hear the tales!
For I, her son, have sinned as well as Bonnie New South Wales.

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To Virgil

© Alfred Tennyson


Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;

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Eclogue:Composed at Cannes, December 9th, 1867

© Edward Lear

  J--See Catherine comes! To her, to her,
  Let each his several miseries refer;
  She shall decide whose woes are least or worst,
  And which, as growler, shall rank last or first.

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Thespis: Act I

© William Schwenck Gilbert

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

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London

© John Davidson

  Athwart the sky a lowly sigh
  From west to east the sweet wind carried;
  The sun stood still on Primrose Hill;
  His light in all the city tarried:
  The clouds on viewless columns bloomed
  Like smouldering lilies unconsumed.

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Through Baltimore

© James Bayard Taylor

'Twas Friday morn, the train drew near
The city and the shore!
Far through the sunshine, soft and clear,
We saw the dear old flags appear,
And in our hearts arose a cheer
For Baltimore.

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Reward Of Fickleness

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

ALTON.
YOU see that man with the quick eyes and brow,
Too ponderous almost for his slender frame,
His dark locks tinged with gray; you'd hardly think it,

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Ashtabula Disaster

© Julia A Moore

 Swiftly passed the engine's call,
 Hastening souls on to death,
 Warning not one of them all;
 It brought despair right and left.

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To a Young Lady, on Her Birthday

© Samuel Johnson

This tributary verse receive, my fair,

Warm with an ardent lover's fondest prayer,

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To The Best Of Women, My Mother

© Arthur Henry Adams

I would give it all up at a word from you, Mother o' mine!

But the strife has begun