FLIGHT POEMS

Wormwood And Nightshade

The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;
When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
I dreamt that the skies were blue-
.....

Adam Lindsay Gordon

The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes

‘What do you make so fair and bright?'

‘I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O lovely to see in all men's sight
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William Butler Yeats

The Cuckoo-clock

Wouldst thou be taught, when sleep has taken flight,
By a sure voice that can most sweetly tell,
How far off yet a glimpse of morning light,
And if to lure the truant back be well,
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William Wordsworth

The Escape Of The Old Grey Squirrel

Old Grey Squirrel might have been
Almost anything -
Might have been a soldier, sailor,
Tinker, tailor
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Alfred Noyes

My Old Sweetheart

My old sweetheart is away to-day;
I feel as I did of old,
In my courting days, when far away
I yearned for her more than gold.
.....

Joseph Horatio Chant

The Barefoot Boy

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
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John Greenleaf Whittier

Recovery

A Last love,
proper in conclusion,
should snip the wings
forbidding further flight.
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Maya Angelou

My Mother, Me And Our Special Moment

My world is small, restricted,
I wake up, it's warm and darkness,
I'm floating in the water, but i dont feel coldness,
I feel loved and protected.
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Cristina Teodor

Hunted

Oh, why do they hunt so hard, so hard, who have
no need of food?
Do they hunt for sport, do they hunt for hate, do
they hunt for the lust of blood?
.....

Don Marquis

Moonset

But see! . . . the body does not sink;
It rides upon the tide
(A starbeam on the dagger's haft),
With staring eyes and wide . . .
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Don Marquis

Morning

We stood among the boats and nets;
We saw the swift clouds fall,
We watched the schooners scamper in
Before the sudden squall;-
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Don Marquis

Yellow

One pearly day of early May
I strolled upon the sand,
And saw, say half-a-mile away
A man with gun in hand;
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Robert Service

The Other

The forest ended. Glad I was
To feel the light, and hear the hum
Of bees, and smell the drying grass
And the sweet mint, because I had come
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Edward Thomas

The Old Grey Mare

There's a line of rails on an upland green
With a good take-off and a landing sound,
Six fences grim as were ever seen,
And it's there I would be with fox and hound.
.....

R. C. Lehmann

Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

.....

John Keats

The Fraternal Duel

‘Oh! hide me from the sun! I loath the sight!
I cannot bear his bright, obtrusive ray:
Nought is so dreadful to my gloom as light!
Nothing so dismal as the blaze of day!
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Matilda Betham

A Letter To One I Loved

This is my letter,
To you whom I loved,
Not long enough nor
Short enough, it's
.....

Brian Dredan

Poems For Piraye (9 To 10 O-clock Poems)

Remembering you is good
in prison
amid the news
of victory and death
.....

Nazim Hikmet

Birds In Summer

How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree;
In the leafy trees so broad and tall,
Like a green and beautiful palace hall,
.....

Mary Howitt

Prelude

(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)

Seest thou not, in clearest days,
Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven's rays?
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George Wither

Interim

The earth is motionless
And poised in space…
A great bird resting in its flight
Between the alleys of the stars.
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Lola Ridge

Absalom And Achitophel

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden

A Leaf

Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve,
That you were married, or soon to be.
I have not thought of you, I believe,
Since last we parted. Let me see:
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The Prophet

Longing for spiritual springs,
I dragged myself through desert sands ...
An angel with three pairs of wings
Arrived to me at cross of lands;
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Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

Jawab-e-shik

Whatever comes out of the heart is effective
It has no wings but has the power of flight

It has holy origins, it aims at elegance
.....

Allama Muhammad Iqbal

The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
.....

John Dryden

Can You?

Take me where the sun does never bids the world, Or any passionate soul without a word.

Take me where the wings do not know their flight,
Or where the taper ignites without any light.
.....

Sk Saddam Parvez

The Brus Book Ii

[Bruce escapes to Lochmaben]


The Bruys went till his innys swyth,
.....

John Barbour

Rosalind's Madrigal

Love in my bosom like a bee
Doth suck his sweet:
Now with his wings he plays with me,
Now with his feet.
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Thomas Lodge

A Thunderstorm

A moment the wild swallows like a flight
Of withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,
Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.
The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,
.....

Archibald Lampman

The Pelican Chorus

King and Queen of the Pelicans we;
No other Birds so grand we see!
None but we have feet like fins!
With lovely leathery throats and chins!
.....

Edward Lear

The Iliad: Book 03

When the companies were thus arrayed, each under its own captain,
the Trojans advanced as a flight of wild fowl or cranes that scream
overhead when rain and winter drive them over the flowing waters of
Oceanus to bring death and destruction on the Pygmies, and they
.....

Homer

Adonais

I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
.....

Percy Bysshe Shelley

A Modest Request

Complied With After The Dinner At President Everett's Inauguration

Scene, - a back parlor in a certain square,
Or court, or lane, - in short, no matter where;
.....

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Proximity

I KNOW not, wherefore, dearest love,

Thou often art so strange and coy
When 'mongst man's busy haunts we move,
.....

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Pleasant Prophecies

A day of gladness yet will dawn,
Though when I cannot say;
Perhaps it may be Thursday week,
Perhaps some other day,â??
.....

Robert Fuller Murray

Sunday

O day most calm, most bright
The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th'endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood;
.....

George Herbert

The Swan

I'll leave the mortal world behind,
Take wing in an flight fantastical,
With singing, my eternal soul
Will rise up swan-like in the air.
.....

Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

Cassandra

Mirth the halls of Troy was filling,
Ere its lofty ramparts fell;
From the golden lute so thrilling
Hymns of joy were heard to swell.
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Friedrich Schiller

Good-night

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

By The Pool Of The Third Rosses

I heard the sighing of the reed
In the grey pool in the green land,
The sea-wind in the long reeds sighing
Between the green hill and the sand.
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Arthur Symons

Sit Down, Sad Soul

SIT down, sad soul, and count
The moments flying:
Come,â??tell the sweet amount
That â??s lost by sighing!
.....

Barry Cornwall

Spring And Autumn.

Every season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
.....

Thomas Moore

Stay

Stay, thou desired one, stay!
Brighten the curious darkness of the world.
Cold through the chill dark swings the sleeping world,
Sense-heavy, dreaming dully of clear day.
.....

John Frederick Freeman

A Winter Ride

Who shall declare the joy of the running!
Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight!
Springing and spurning the tufts of wild heather,
Sweeping, wide-winged, through the blue dome of light.
.....

Amy Lowell

Past Days

I.

Dead and gone, the days we had together,
Shadow-stricken all the lights that shone
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

Endymion: Book Iv

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse!
O first-born on the mountains! by the hues
Of heaven on the spiritual air begot:
Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot,
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John Keats

Prejudice

IN yonder red-brick mansion, tight and square,
Just at the town's commencement, lives the mayor.
Some yards of shining gravel, fenced with box,
Lead to the painted portal--where one knocks :
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Jane Taylor

Suggested By A Picture Of The Bird Of Paradise

The gentlest Poet, with free thoughts endowed,
And a true master of the glowing strain,
Might scan the narrow province with disdain
That to the Painter's skill is here allowed.
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William Wordsworth

Ionic

That we've broken their statues,
that we've driven them out of their temples,
doesn't mean at all that the gods are dead.
O land of Ionia, they're still in love with you,
.....

Constantine P. Cavafy