War poems

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Shoveling Snow With Buddha

© Billy Collins

In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok
you would never see him doing such a thing,
tossing the dry snow over a mountain
of his bare, round shoulder,
his hair tied in a knot,
a model of concentration.

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Flames

© Billy Collins

Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.

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Ode On The Pleasure Arising From Vicissitude

© Thomas Gray

Now the golden Morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
She wooes the tardy Spring:

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The Curse Upon Edward

© Thomas Gray

Edward, lo! to sudden fate
(Weave we the woof. The thread is spun)
Half of thy heart we consecrate.
(The web is wove. The work is done.)

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The Progress of Poesy

© Thomas Gray

A Pindaric OdeAwake, Aeolian lyre, awake,
And give to rapture all thy trembling strings.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:

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Sonnet On The Death Of Mr Richard West

© Thomas Gray

In vain to me the smiling mornings shine,
And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire:
The birds in vain their amorous descant join;
Or cheerful fields resume their green attire:

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The Fatal Sisters

© Thomas Gray

Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darkened air.

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Hymn To Adversity

© Thomas Gray

Daughter of Jove, relentless Power,
Thou tamer of the human breast,
Whose iron scourge and tort'ring hour
The Bad affright, afflict the Best!

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 05

© Geoffrey Chaucer

'As wel thou mightest lyen on Alceste,
That was of creatures, but men lye,
That ever weren, kindest and the beste.
For whanne hir housbonde was in Iupartye
To dye him-self, but-if she wolde dye,
She che

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Troilus And Criseyde: Book 03

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Incipit prohemium tercii libri.O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere
Adorneth al the thridde hevene faire!
O sonnes lief, O Ioves doughter dere,
Plesaunce of love, O goodly debonaire,

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The Sompnour's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Carrack: A great ship of burden used by the Portuguese; the
name is from the Italian, "cargare," to load

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The Cook's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Jack of Dover: an article of cookery. (Transcriber's note:
suggested by some commentators to be a kind of pie, and by
others to be a fish)

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The Man of Law's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. Plight: pulled; the word is an obsolete past tense from
"pluck."

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The Reeve's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer


1. "With blearing of a proude miller's eye": dimming his eye;
playing off a joke on him.

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The Friar's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

"Peace, with mischance and with misaventure,"
Our Hoste said, "and let him tell his tale.
Now telle forth, and let the Sompnour gale,* *whistle; bawl
Nor spare not, mine owen master dear."

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The Miller's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

1. Pilate, an unpopular personage in the mystery-plays of the
middle ages, was probably represented as having a gruff, harsh
voice.

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The Wife of Bath's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

7. "But in a great house there are not only vessels of gold and
silver, but also of wood and of earth; and some to honour, and
some to dishonour." -- 2 Tim. ii 20.

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The General Prologue

© Geoffrey Chaucer

There was also a Reeve, and a Millere,
A Sompnour, and a Pardoner also,
A Manciple, and myself, there were no mo'.

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The Knight's Tale

© Geoffrey Chaucer

Upon that other side, Palamon,
When that he wist Arcita was agone,
Much sorrow maketh, that the greate tower
Resounded of his yelling and clamour
The pure* fetters on his shinnes great *very
Were of his bitter salte teares wet.

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The Dark and the Fair

© Stanley Kunitz

A roaring company that festive night;
The beast of dialectic dragged his chains,
Prowling from chair to chair is the smoking light,
While the snow hissed against the windowpanes.