FEBRUARY POEMS
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Another Of Those Curious Coincidences
On February 15, the House of Representatives passed a bill making it
unlawful to ship in interstate commerce the products of a mill, cannery
or factory which have been produced by the labor of children under
fourteen years.
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Alice Duer Miller
On February 15, the House of Representatives passed a bill making it
unlawful to ship in interstate commerce the products of a mill, cannery
or factory which have been produced by the labor of children under
fourteen years.
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Alice Duer Miller
Months
January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti
January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti
Rhapsody
Lo! here a cloud comes sailing, richly clad
In royal purple, which the parting beams
Of bounteous Phoebus edge with tints of gold
And lucid crimson. One might fancy it
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Matilda Betham
Lo! here a cloud comes sailing, richly clad
In royal purple, which the parting beams
Of bounteous Phoebus edge with tints of gold
And lucid crimson. One might fancy it
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Matilda Betham
No Brigadier Throughout The Year
1561
No Brigadier throughout the Year
So civic as the Jay-
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Emily Dickinson
1561
No Brigadier throughout the Year
So civic as the Jay-
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Emily Dickinson
February
THE trees stand brown against the gray,
The shivering gray of field and sky;
The mists wrapt round the dying day
The shroud poor days wear as they die:
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Edith Nesbit
THE trees stand brown against the gray,
The shivering gray of field and sky;
The mists wrapt round the dying day
The shroud poor days wear as they die:
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Edith Nesbit
To D--
In thee I fondly hoped to clasp
A friend whom death alone could sever;
Till envy, with malignant grasp,
Detach'd thee from my breast for ever.
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George Gordon Byron
In thee I fondly hoped to clasp
A friend whom death alone could sever;
Till envy, with malignant grasp,
Detach'd thee from my breast for ever.
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George Gordon Byron
February Twilight
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
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Sara Teasdale
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
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Sara Teasdale
My Lady Of Whims
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)
ROMAQUIA sat and wept her
Lace mantilla full of tears.
King Abit laid by his scepter,
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Katharine Lee Bates
(A medieval Spanish legend slanderously setting forth the utter unreason of woman.)
ROMAQUIA sat and wept her
Lace mantilla full of tears.
King Abit laid by his scepter,
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Katharine Lee Bates
Tamar
I
A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,
No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar
Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range,
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Robinson Jeffers
I
A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,
No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar
Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range,
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Robinson Jeffers
February
They spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.
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Sara Teasdale
They spoke of him I love
With cruel words and gay;
My lips kept silent guard
On all I could not say.
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Sara Teasdale
For The Anniversary Of John Keats' Death
(February 23, 1821)
At midnight when the moonlit cypress trees
Have woven round his grave a magic shade,
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Sara Teasdale
(February 23, 1821)
At midnight when the moonlit cypress trees
Have woven round his grave a magic shade,
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Sara Teasdale
The Thrush In February
I know him, February's thrush,
And loud at eve he valentines
On sprays that paw the naked bush
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
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George Meredith
I know him, February's thrush,
And loud at eve he valentines
On sprays that paw the naked bush
Where soon will sprout the thorns and bines.
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George Meredith
Maurine: Part 07
With much hard labour and some pleasure fraught,
The months rolled by me noiselessly, that taught
My hand to grow more skilful in its art,
Strengthened my daring dream of fame, and brought
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
With much hard labour and some pleasure fraught,
The months rolled by me noiselessly, that taught
My hand to grow more skilful in its art,
Strengthened my daring dream of fame, and brought
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
The Ballad Of The Children Of The Czar
1
The children of the Czar
Played with a bouncing ball
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Delmore Schwartz
1
The children of the Czar
Played with a bouncing ball
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Delmore Schwartz
In February
Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,
Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers,
And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;
A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.
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Alice Meynell
Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn,
Unseen, this colourless sky of folded showers,
And folded winds; no blossom in the bowers;
A poet's face asleep in this grey morn.
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Alice Meynell
Waxwings
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.
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Robert Francis
Four Tao philosophers as cedar waxwings
chat on a February berry bush
in sun, and I am one.
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Robert Francis
Faith
I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do,
De folks dat's got dey ‘ligion in dey fiah-place an' flue;
Dey's allus somep'n comin' so de spit'll have to turn,
An' hit tain't no p'oposition fu' to mek de hickory bu'n.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
I's a-gittin' weary of de way dat people do,
De folks dat's got dey ‘ligion in dey fiah-place an' flue;
Dey's allus somep'n comin' so de spit'll have to turn,
An' hit tain't no p'oposition fu' to mek de hickory bu'n.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Bermuda
O charming blossom of the sea
Atlantic waters bosomed in!
Abiding-place of gayety,
Elysian bower of “Cora Linn,”
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Hattie Howard
O charming blossom of the sea
Atlantic waters bosomed in!
Abiding-place of gayety,
Elysian bower of “Cora Linn,”
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Hattie Howard
February
A few tossed thrushes save
That carolled less than cried
Against the dying rave
And moan that never died,
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Ralph Hodgson
A few tossed thrushes save
That carolled less than cried
Against the dying rave
And moan that never died,
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Ralph Hodgson
The Unknown Eros. Book I.
I
Saint Valentineâ??s Day
Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
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Coventry Patmore
I
Saint Valentineâ??s Day
Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
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Coventry Patmore
Love's Treacherous Pool
("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.")
[XXVI., February, 1835.]
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Victor-marie Hugo
("Jeune fille, l'amour c'est un miroir.")
[XXVI., February, 1835.]
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Victor-marie Hugo
A Walk
February on the narrow beach, 3o
A.M. I set out south. Cape Cod Light
on its crumbling cliff above me turns
its wand of light so steadily
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William Matthews
February on the narrow beach, 3o
A.M. I set out south. Cape Cod Light
on its crumbling cliff above me turns
its wand of light so steadily
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William Matthews
Celandine
Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I nursed,
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Edward Thomas
Thinking of her had saddened me at first,
Until I saw the sun on the celandines lie
Redoubled, and she stood up like a flame,
A living thing, not what before I nursed,
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Edward Thomas
Dear Keats
Already six years past your age!
The steps in Rome,
the house near Hampstead Heath,
& all your fears
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Erica Jong
Already six years past your age!
The steps in Rome,
the house near Hampstead Heath,
& all your fears
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Erica Jong
Verses On Games
Here is a horse to tame
Here is a gun to handle
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
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Rudyard Kipling
Here is a horse to tame
Here is a gun to handle
God knows you can enter the game
If you'll only pay for the same,
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Rudyard Kipling
Bereavement Of The Fields
Soft fall the February snows, and soft
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
For never more, by wood or field or croft,
Will he we knew walk with his loved again;
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William Wilfred Campbell
Soft fall the February snows, and soft
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
For never more, by wood or field or croft,
Will he we knew walk with his loved again;
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William Wilfred Campbell
The Ring And The Book
Do you see this Ring?
'Tis Rome-work, made to match
(By Castellani's imitative craft)
Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,
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Robert Browning
Do you see this Ring?
'Tis Rome-work, made to match
(By Castellani's imitative craft)
Etrurian circlets found, some happy morn,
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Robert Browning
A Year's Carols: 02 - February
Wan February with weeping cheer,
Whose cold hand guides the youngling year
Down misty roads of mire and rime,
Before thy pale and fitful face
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Wan February with weeping cheer,
Whose cold hand guides the youngling year
Down misty roads of mire and rime,
Before thy pale and fitful face
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Snowdrop
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
Many, many welcomes,
February fair-maid!
Ever as of old time,
Solitary firstling,
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Alfred Lord Tennyson
In February
Now in the dark of February rains,
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,
The earthy fields are full of hidden corn,
And March's violets bud along the lanes;
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George Macdonald
Now in the dark of February rains,
Poor lovers of the sunshine, spring is born,
The earthy fields are full of hidden corn,
And March's violets bud along the lanes;
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George Macdonald
February Morning
Peacefully fresh, O February morn,
Thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants
Through silver--bosomed clouds, that slowly borne
Across the wide heath, endlessly advance.
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Robert Laurence Binyon
Peacefully fresh, O February morn,
Thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants
Through silver--bosomed clouds, that slowly borne
Across the wide heath, endlessly advance.
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Robert Laurence Binyon
February
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay,
Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string;
Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay,
Let me like midnight cats, or Collins sing.
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Thomas Chatterton
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay,
Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string;
Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay,
Let me like midnight cats, or Collins sing.
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Thomas Chatterton
The Oxford Thrushes
FEBRUARY, 1917
I never thought again to hear
The Oxford thrushes singing clear,
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Henry Van Dyke
FEBRUARY, 1917
I never thought again to hear
The Oxford thrushes singing clear,
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Henry Van Dyke
In The Waiting Room
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist's appointment
and sat and waited for her
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Elizabeth Bishop
In Worcester, Massachusetts,
I went with Aunt Consuelo
to keep her dentist's appointment
and sat and waited for her
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Elizabeth Bishop
Ode To The Johns Hopkins University
Read on the Fourth Commemoration Day, February, 1880.
How tall among her sisters, and how fair,-
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Sidney Lanier
Read on the Fourth Commemoration Day, February, 1880.
How tall among her sisters, and how fair,-
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Sidney Lanier
The Snow That Never Drifts'
1133
The Snow that never drifts-
The transient, fragrant snow
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Emily Dickinson
1133
The Snow that never drifts-
The transient, fragrant snow
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Emily Dickinson
The Poet's Calendar: 02 - February
I am lustration, and the sea is mine!
I wash the sands and headlands with my tide;
My brow is crowned with branches of the pine;
Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I am lustration, and the sea is mine!
I wash the sands and headlands with my tide;
My brow is crowned with branches of the pine;
Before my chariot-wheels the fishes glide.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Afternoon In February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Year's Carols
JANUARY
HAIL, January, that bearest here
On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year
That weeps and trembles to be born.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
JANUARY
HAIL, January, that bearest here
On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year
That weeps and trembles to be born.
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
The Diary Of An Old Soul: 02 ' February.
1.
I to myself have neither power nor worth,
Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
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George Macdonald
1.
I to myself have neither power nor worth,
Patience nor love, nor anything right good;
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George Macdonald
To A February Primrose
I know not what among the grass thou art,
Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower,
Nor what to other eyes thou hast of power
To send thine image through them to the heart;
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George Macdonald
I know not what among the grass thou art,
Thy nature, nor thy substance, fairest flower,
Nor what to other eyes thou hast of power
To send thine image through them to the heart;
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George Macdonald
Famine
Waziya came down from the North-
from the land of perpetual winter.
From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting,
shrill-whistling North-wind;
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Waziya came down from the North-
from the land of perpetual winter.
From his frost-covered beard issued forth the sharp-biting,
shrill-whistling North-wind;
.....
Hanford Lennox Gordon
The Wakan Wacepee, Or Sacred Dance (ii)
Lo the lights in the “Teepee Wakan!”
'tis the night of the Wakan-Wacepee.
Round and round walks the chief of the clan,
as he rattles the sacred Ta-sha-kay;
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Lo the lights in the “Teepee Wakan!”
'tis the night of the Wakan-Wacepee.
Round and round walks the chief of the clan,
as he rattles the sacred Ta-sha-kay;
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
Martha Washington
Written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”.
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
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Sidney Lanier
Written for the “Martha Washington Court Journal”.
Down cold snow-stretches of our bitter time,
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Sidney Lanier
The Raven Days
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.
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Sidney Lanier
Our hearths are gone out and our hearts are broken,
And but the ghosts of homes to us remain,
And ghastly eyes and hollow sighs give token
From friend to friend of an unspoken pain.
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Sidney Lanier
The Invitation
Best and brightest, come away,
Fairer far than this fair day,
Which, like thee, to those in sorrow
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Best and brightest, come away,
Fairer far than this fair day,
Which, like thee, to those in sorrow
Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow
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Percy Bysshe Shelley