AGREE POEMS
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A Servant To Servants
I didn't make you know how glad I was
To have you come and camp here on our land.
I promised myself to get down some day
And see the way you lived, but I don't know!
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Robert Frost
We And They
Father and Mother, and Me,
Sister and Auntie say
All the people like us are We,
And every one else is They.
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Rudyard Kipling
A Legend Of Truth
Once on a time, the ancient legends tell,
Truth, rising from the bottom of her well,
Looked on the world, but, hearing how it lied,
Returned to her seclusion horrified.
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Rudyard Kipling
Law Like Love
Law, say the gardeners, is the sun,
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
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W. H. Auden
Dylan
And is it not a gesture grand
To drink oneself to death?
Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
Being of sober breath.
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Robert William Service
Uncle Sammy.
Some men were born for great things,
Some were born for small;
Some--it is not recorded
Why they were born at all;
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Will Carleton
Tiare Tahiti
Mamua, when our laughter ends,
And hearts and bodies, brown as white,
Are dust about the doors of friends,
Or scent ablowing down the night,
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Rupert Brooke
Agnostic Apology
I am a stout materialist;
With abstract terms I can't agree,
And so I've made a little list
Of words that don't make sense to me.
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Robert Service
Religio Laici
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden
The Wish
Well then; I now do plainly see
This busy world and I shall ne'er agree.
The very honey of all earthly joy
Does of all meats the soonest cloy;
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Abraham Cowley
Snow
The three stood listening to a fresh access
Of wind that caught against the house a moment,
Gulped snow, and then blew free again-the Coles
Dressed, but dishevelled from some hours of sleep,
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Robert Frost
Tender Arrivals
Where ever something breathes
Heart beating the rise and fall
Of mountains, the waves upon the sky
Of seas, the terror is our ignorance, that's
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Amiri Baraka
Elegy Vii
Nature's lay idiot, I taught thee to love,
And in that sophistry, Oh, thou dost prove
Too subtle: Foole, thou didst not understand
The mystic language of the eye nor hand:
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John Donne
Wedding
Born and raised in different place,
Meet as a strangers somewhere,
Not knowing that Karmic connection drawn together,
To fall in love to be destined and,
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Norbu Dorji
Ruth
When Ruth was left half desolate,
Her Father took another Mate;
And Ruth, not seven years old,
A slighted child, at her own will
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William Wordsworth
Miriam
One Sabbath day my friend and I
After the meeting, quietly
Passed from the crowded village lanes,
White with dry dust for lack of rains,
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Effort
He brought me his report card from the teacher and he said
He wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed his head.
He was excellent in reading, but arithmetic, was fair,
And I noticed there were several 'unsatisfactorys' there;
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Edgar Albert Guest
On Ink
I am jet black, as you may see,
The son of pitch and gloomy night:
Yet all that know me will agree,
I'm dead except I live in light.
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Jonathan Swift
Music's Empire
First was the world as one great cymbal made,
Where jarring winds to infant Nature played.
All music was a solitary sound,
To hollow rocks and murm'ring fountains bound.
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Andrew Marvell
Of Heaven
Heaven is a place, also a state,
It doth all things excel,
No man can fully it relate,
Nor of its glory tell.
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John Bunyan
The Sea
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the SEA.
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Lewis Carroll
Truth
Man, on the dubious waves of error toss'd,
His ship half founder'd, and his compass lost,
Sees, far as human optics may command,
A sleeping fog, and fancies it dry land;
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William Cowper
Letters To The Roman Friend
From Martial
Now is windy and the waves are cresting over
Fall is soon to come to change the place entirely.
Change of colors moves me, Postum, even stronger
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Joseph Brodsky
Aims At Happiness
HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel,
How oft is buckled spur to heel,
How many a steed in short relay
Stands harnessed on the king's highway,
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Jane Taylor
Windsor Forest
Thy forests, Windsor! and thy green retreats,
At once the Monarch's and the Muse's seats,
Invite my lays. Be present, sylvan maids!
Unlock your springs, and open all your shades.
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Alexander Pope
The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
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Shel Silverstein
An Essay On Man: Epistle I.
THE DESIGN.
Having proposed to write some pieces on human life and manners, such as (to use my Lord Bacon's expression) come home to men's business and bosoms, I thought it more satisfactory to begin with considering man in the abstract, his nature and his state; since, to prove any moral duty, to enforce any moral precept, or to examine the perfection or imperfection of any creature whatsoever, it is necessary first to know what condition and relation it is placed in, and what is the proper end and purpose of its being.
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Alexander Pope
The Fear
They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
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Pablo Neruda
Seventy-nine
Know me next time when you see me, won't you, old smarty?
Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,-just the same party!
Take out your pensivil, d-n you; sharpen it, do!
Any complaints to make? Lots of 'em-one of 'em's YOU.
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Bret Harte
From "january"
Supper removed, the mother sits,
And tells her tales by starts and fits.
Not willing to lose time or toil,
She knits or sews, and talks the while
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John Clare
An Essay Upon Satire
By Me Dryden And The Earl Of Mulgrave,[1] 1679.
How dull, and how insensible a beast
Is man, who yet would lord it o'er the rest!
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John Dryden
Mary Ambree
(Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, vol. ii. p. 230.)
When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,
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Andrew Lang