War poems

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Rubens' Hell

© Kenneth Slessor

VENUS with rosy-cloven rump
And rings of straw-bright flying hair
Looks in the glass that slaves are plying
Not for her own face floating there,

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Squire Norton's Song

© Charles Dickens

  The child and the old man sat alone

  In the quiet, peaceful shade

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Eureka - A Prose Poem

© Edgar Allan Poe

EUREKA:

AN ESSAY ON THE MATERIAL AND SPIRITUAL UNIVERSE

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On Dante's Monument, 1818

© Giacomo Leopardi

Though all the nations now

  Peace gathers under her white wings,

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Lament For Banba

© James Clarence Mangan

O MY land! O my love! 

  What a woe, and how deep, 

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Marginalia by Deborah Warren : American Life in Poetry #219 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006

© Ted Kooser

As we all know, getting older isn't hard to do. Time continues on. In this poem, Deborah Warren of Massachusetts asks us to think about the life lived between our past and present selves, as indicated in the marginal comments of an old book. There's something beautiful about books allowing us to talk to who we once were, and this poem captures this beauty.

Marginalia

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Ave Maria

© Alfred Austin

In the ages of Faith, before the day

When men were too proud to weep or pray,

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The Years Had Worn Their Season's Belt

© George Meredith

The years had worn their seasons' belt,
From bud to rosy prime,
Since Nellie by the larch-pole knelt
And helped the hop to climb.

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Lovely Mary Donnelly

© William Allingham

Oh, lovely Mary Donnelly, my joy, my only best
 If fifty girls were round you, I’d hardly see the rest;
Be what it may the time o’ day, the place be where it will
Sweet looks o’ Mary Donnelly, they bloom before me still.

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Sonnet CLIV

© William Shakespeare

The little Love-god lying once asleep
Laid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,
Whilst many nymphs that vow'd chaste life to keep
Came tripping by; but in her maiden hand

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"Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of"

© Thomas Wentworth Higginson

NOW all the cloudy shapes that float and lie

Within this magic globe we call the brain

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Sonnet CL

© William Shakespeare

O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?

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A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learning

© Robert Browning

Let us begin and carry up this corpse,

  Singing together.

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The Funeral Tree of the Sokokis. 1756

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Around Sebago's lonely lake
There lingers not a breeze to break
The mirror which its waters make.

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The One Grief

© Edith Wharton


ONE grief there is, the helpmeet of my heart,

That shall not from me till my days be sped,

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Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 03

© Torquato Tasso

XXIX

This youth was one of those, who late desired

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The Stormy Night

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

HOW roars this wintry tempest, fierce and loud,
Borne from far passes of the ice-locked hills!
How raves this desolate rain, whose tumult fills
The whole dark heaven up-piled with cloud on cloud;

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The Kind Word

© Ada Cambridge

Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow

 Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun.

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Sonnet 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead

© William Shakespeare

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell.

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Verses Occasioned By The Right Honourable The Lady Viscountess Tyrconnel's Recovery At Bath

© Richard Savage


Receive thy care! Now Mirth and Health combine.
Each heart shall gladden, and each virtue shine.
Quick to Augusta bear the prize away;
There let her smile, and bid a world be gay.