Women poems

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A Hidden Life

© George MacDonald

Ah God! when Beauty passes by the door,
Although she ne'er came in, the house grows bare.
Shut, shut the door; there's nothing in the house.
Why seems it always that it should be ours?
A secret lies behind which Thou dost know,
And I can partly guess.

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O Navio Negreiro Part 4. (With English Translation)

© Antonio de Castro Alves

Era um sonho dantesco… o tombadilho
Que das luzernas avermelha o brilho.
Em sangue a se banhar.
Tinir de ferros… estalar de açoite…
Legiões de homens negros como a noite,
Horrendos a dançar…

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Horatius

© Thomas Babbington Macaulay

A Lay Made About the Year Of The City CCCLX

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The Romance Of Britomarte ~~~

© Adam Lindsay Gordon

I'll tell you a story; but pass the "jack",
And let us make merry to-night, my men.
Aye, those were the days when my beard was black -
I like to remember them now and then -

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Mary and Gabriel

© Rupert Brooke

Young Mary, loitering once her garden way,
Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day,
As wine that blushes water through. And soon,
Out of the gold air of the afternoon,

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The Curse Of Hungary

© John Hay

Saloman looked from his donjon bars,
Where the Danube clamors through sedge and sand,
And he cursed with a curse his revolting land,--
With a king's deep curse of treason and wars.

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The Busy Heart

© Rupert Brooke

Now that we’ve done our best and worst, and parted,
I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.
(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
I’ll think of Love in books, Love without end;

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Busy Heart, The

© Rupert Brooke

Now that we've done our best and worst, and parted,
I would fill my mind with thoughts that will not rend.
(O heart, I do not dare go empty-hearted)
I'll think of Love in books, Love without end;

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The Storm

© Robert Laurence Binyon

Stooping over London, skies convulsed
With thunder moved: a rumour of storm remote
Hushed them, and birds flew troubled. The gradual clouds
Up from the West climbing, above the East

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The Advance Guard

© John Hay

In the dream of the Northern poets,

  The brave who in battle die

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Tale XVIII

© George Crabbe

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

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Le Balcon (The Balcony)

© Charles Baudelaire


Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses,
Ô toi, tous mes plaisirs! ô toi, tous mes devoirs!
Tu te rappelleras la beauté des caresses,
La douceur du foyer et le charme des soirs,
Mère des souvenirs, maîtresse des maîtresses!

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Sunday Afternoons

© Erica Jong

Your sweet head would bow,
like a child somehow,
down to me -
and your hair and your eyes were wild.

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Autobiographical

© Erica Jong

The man you turn to
in the dark
is many men.

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Legend of The Corrievrechan

© George MacDonald

Prince Breacan of Denmark was lord of the strand
And lord of the billowy sea;
Lord of the sea and lord of the land,
He might have let maidens be!

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The Gentle Hand Of Women Folks

© Edgar Albert Guest

The gentle hand of women folks

Keeps this old world in line,

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Wagner

© Rupert Brooke

Creeps in half wanton, half asleep,
One with a fat wide hairless face.
He likes love-music that is cheap;
Likes women in a crowded place;
 And wants to hear the noise they're making.

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The Missionary - Canto Third

© William Lisle Bowles

Come,--for the sun yet hangs above the bay,--

  And whilst our time may brook a brief delay

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The Shadow

© Benjamin Jonson

FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly, then,
Styled but the shadows of us men?

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That Women Are But Men's Shadows

© Benjamin Jonson

Follow a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly then
Styled but the shadows of us men?