Wish poems

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The Wood-Pile

© Robert Frost

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day
I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here.
No, I will go on farther- and we shall see'.
The hard snow held me, save where now and then

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An Apple Tree In France

© Edgar Albert Guest

An apple tree beside the way,

Drinking the sunshine day by day

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The Egg and the Machine

© Robert Frost

He gave the solid rail a hateful kick.
From far away there came an answering tick
And then another tick. He knew the code:
His hate had roused an engine up the road.

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The Mountains of Mourne

© William Percy French

Oh, Mary, this London's a wonderful sight

With people here working by day and by night

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I Will Sing You One-O

© Robert Frost

It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing that night
Would name the hour

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Christmas Trees

© Robert Frost

(A Christmas Circular Letter)
THE CITY had withdrawn into itself
And left at last the country to the country;
When between whirls of snow not come to lie

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A Minor Bird

© Robert Frost

I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.And of course there must be something wrong

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Into My Own

© Robert Frost

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto th eedge of doom.

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Love and a Question

© Robert Frost

Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the heart's desire.

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When I Roved A Young Highlander

© George Gordon Byron

When I roved a young Highlander o'er the dark heath,

  And climb'd thy steep sumrnit, oh Morven of snow!

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Testament

© Wendell Berry

2.
But do not let your ignorance
Of my spirit's whereabouts dismay
You, or overwhelm your thoughts.
Be careful not to say

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A Dramatic Poem

© William Butler Yeats

Second Sailor.  And I had thought to make
  A good round Sum upon this cruise, and turn -
  For I am getting on in life - to something
  That has less ups and downs than robbery.

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An Evening With John Heath-stubbs

© Barry Tebb

Alone in Sutton with Fynbos my orange cat

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The Parish Register - Part II: Marriages

© George Crabbe

made.
Yet now, would Phoebe her consent afford,
Her slave alone, again he'd mount the board;
With her should years of growing love be spent,
And growing wealth;--she sigh'd and look'd consent.
  Now, through the lane, up hill, and 'cross the

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An Address to the Steam Washing Company and Letter of Remonstrance from Bridget Jones to the Nobleme

© Thomas Hood

An Address to the Steam Washing Company
"For shame—let the linen alone!" M. W. of Windsor.

Mr. Scrub—Mr. Slop—or whoever you be!

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Virginia

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Fragments of a Lay Sung in the Forum on the Day Whereon Lucius Sextius Sextinus Lateranus and Caius Licinius Calvus Stolo Were Elected Tribunes of the Commons the Fifth Time, in the Year of the City CCCLXXXII.

Ye good men of the Commons, with loving hearts and true,

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The Wedding Sermon

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

"Now, while she's changing," said the Dean,

"Her bridal for her traveling dress,

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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6.

© Alfred Tennyson

 O mother, praying God will save
  Thy sailor,-while thy head is bow'd,
  His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
 Drops in his vast and wandering grave.

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The Stealing Of The Mare - VII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Said the Narrator:
And when they had lit the fire, while Alia watched the kindling, behold, her fear was great, and her eyes looked to the right and to the left hand, because that Abu Zeyd had promised her that he would return to the camp; and while she was in this wise, suddenly she saw Abu Zeyd standing in the midst of the Arabs who were around her. And he was in disguisement as a dervish, or one of those who ask alms. And he saw that she was about to speak. But he signed to her that she should be silent: as it were he would say, ``Fear not, for I am here.'' And when she was sure that it was indeed he Abu Zeyd and none other, then smiled she on him very sweetly, and said, ``Thine be the victory, and I will be thy ransom. Nor shall thy enemies prevail against thee.'' But he answered with a sign, ``Of a surety thou shalt see somewhat that shall astonish thee.'' And this he said as the flames of the fire broke forth.
Now the cause of the coming of Abu Zeyd to the place was in this wise. After that he had gone away, and had taken with him the mare, and that his mind had entered into its perplexity as to what might befall Alia from her father, lest he should seize on her and inquire what had happened, and why she had cared nothing for her own people or for her wounded brother, and why she had cried to Abu Zeyd, then said he to himself, ``Of a surety I must return to her, and ascertain the event.'' And looking about him, he made discovery of a cave known as yet to no man, and he placed in it the mare, and gathered grass for her, and closed the door of the cave with stones. Then clothing himself as a dervish, he made his plan how he should return to the tents of Agheyl. And forthwith he found Alia in the straits already told, and he made his thought known to her by signs, and by signs she gave him to understand her answers.
And at this point the Narrator began again to sing, and it was in the following verses: