INSTINCT POEMS

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My Horse

How sluggishly do I walk
On the way to meet my friend
I am coming to my life's end
Far away i am from my friend
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Mohammad Younus

Mohammad Younus
Blindfolded Mind

Minds are deluded but
Not from beginning
Ignorance makes it, however
Essences of mind is crystal pure.
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Norbu Dorji

Norbu Dorji
Sonnet 050: How Heavy Do I Journey On The Way

How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that case and that repose to say,
“Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!”
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Gazing Upon Your Unwind Dreams

Weary I am, listen you all those hearing me,
Here I stand ahead, not with delightful heart.
In dejection I exclaim, pay back my sweats-
And all those span I bestowed for felicity.
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Santosh Kumar

Santosh Kumar
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

John Dryden
Non Es Meravelha S'eu Chan

Non es meravelha s'eu chan
melhs de nul autre chantador,
que plus me tra.l cors vas amor
el melhs sui faihz a so coman.
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Bernard De Ventadorn
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

John Greenleaf Whittier
A Confession To A Friend In Trouble

Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
Here, far away, than when I tarried near;
I even smile old smiles-with listlessness-
Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere.
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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
Amoureuse Du Diable

A Stéphane Mallarmé.


Il parle italien avec un accent russe.
.....
Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
To ------,

WITH A COPY OF WOOLMAN'S JOURNAL.


Maiden! with the fair brown tresses
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Loving And Liking - Irregular Verses - Addressed To A Child (by My Sister)

There's more in words than I can teach:
Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;
But only give some plain directions
To guide your speech and your affections.
.....
William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
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

Alexander Pope
The Odyssey: Book 03

But as the sun was rising from the fair sea into the firmament of
heaven to shed Blight on mortals and immortals, they reached Pylos the
city of Neleus. Now the people of Pylos were gathered on the sea shore
to offer sacrifice of black bulls to Neptune lord of the Earthquake.
.....

Homer
Preface

A book which needs to be written is one dealing
with the childhood of authors. It would be
not only interesting, but instructive; not merely
profitable in a general way, but practical in a
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Hilda Conkling

Hilda Conkling
A Forest Hymn

The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned
To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave,
And spread the roof above them,-ere he framed
The lofty vault, to gather and roll back
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William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant
Mu'tamid's Lament In Prison

In my breast,
A wail of grief,
Without any spark or flash,
Alone survives,
.....

Allama Muhammad Iqbal
Christmas Eve

I

Out of the little chapel I burst
Into the fresh night-air again.
.....
Robert Browning

Robert Browning
Eudaemon

O happiness, I know not what far seas,
Blue hills and deep, thy sunny realms surround,
That thus in Music's wistful harmonies
And concert of sweet sound
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Alan Seeger

Alan Seeger
L'étal

Au soir tombant, lorsque déjà l'essor
De la vie agitée et rapace s'affaisse,
Sous un ciel bas et mou et gonflé d'ombre épaisse,
Le quartier fauve et noir dresse son vieux décor
.....

Emile Verhaeren
Character Of The Happy Warrior

Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he
That every man in arms should wish to be?
-It is the generous Spirit, who, when brought
Among the tasks of real life, hath wrought
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Only Words... My Son

Yield to love; both a proper self-love
and a sincere love for others.
One that will do no harm to you or your neighbor,
both here and for eternity.
.....
David Carolissen

David Carolissen
At Sea Off The Isle Of Man

Bold words affirmed, in days when faith was strong
And doubts and scruples seldom teased the brain,
That no adventurer's bark had power to gain
These shores if he approached them bent on wrong;
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Five Kisses: 02 - The Betrothal

There was a little pause between the dances;
Without, somewhere, a tinkling fountain played.
The dusky path was lit by ardent glances
As forth they fared, a lover and a maid.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Ione

I

Ah, yes, ‘t is sweet still to remember,
Though 'twere less painful to forget;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Hugh Selwyn Mauberly (part I)

"Vocat aestus in umbram"
Nemesianus Es. IV.

E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre
.....
Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound
The Star Of The West

I.

The cannon is mute and the sword in its sheath-
Uncrimsoned the banner floats joyous and fair:
.....

Sam G. Goodrich
Two Portraits

You say, as one who shapes a life,
That you will never be a wife,

And, laughing lightly, ask my aid
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Henry Timrod
News

News from a foreign country came
As if my treasure and my wealth lay there;
So much it did my heart inflame,
'Twas wont to call my Soul into mine ear;
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Thomas Traherne
Properzia Rossi

Tell me no more, no more
Of my soul's lofty gifts! Are they not vain
To quench its haunting thirst for happiness?
Have I not lov'd, and striven, and fail'd to bind
.....
Felicia Dorothea Hemans

Felicia Dorothea Hemans
The Lakeside

The shadows round the inland sea
Are deepening into night;
Slow up the slopes of Ossipee
They chase the lessening light.
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Mors Leonis

When o'er the aged lion steals
The instinct of approaching death,
Whose numbing grasp he vaguely feels
In trembling limbs and labored breath,
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John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
To The Daisy (first Poem)

"Her divine skill taught me this,
That from every thing I saw
I could some instruction draw,
And raise pleasure to the height
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
The Seeker

The creeds he wrought of dream and thought
Fall from him at the touch of life,
His old gods fail him in the strife-
Withdrawn, the heavens he sought!
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Don Marquis

Don Marquis
The Progress Of Marriage

Aetatis suae fifty-two,
A rich Divine began to woo
A handsome young imperious girl,
Nearly related to an Earl.
.....
Jonathan Swift

Jonathan Swift
After A Hundred Years

1147

After a hundred years
Nobody knows the Place
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
To The Daisy

IN youth from rock to rock I went
From hill to hill in discontent
Of pleasure high and turbulent,
Most pleased when most uneasy;
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Satyr

Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange prodigious Creatures Man)
A Spirit free, to choose for my own share,
What Case of Flesh, and Blood, I pleas'd to weare,
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Lord John Wilmot
Asia: From Prometheus Unbound

My soul is an enchanted boat,
Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float
Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing;
And thine doth like an angel sit
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Doves

Reasoning at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner things whom instinct leads
Are rarely known to stray.
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William Cowper

William Cowper
Lament For Thomas Davis

I walked through Ballinderry in the spring-time,
When the bud was on the tree;
And I said, in every fresh-ploughed field beholding
The sowers striding free,
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Sir Samuel Ferguson

Sir Samuel Ferguson
Roan Stallion

The dog barked; then the woman stood in the doorway, and hearing
iron strike stone down the steep road
Covered her head with a black shawl and entered the light rain;
she stood at the turn of the road.
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Robinson Jeffers
Men

Man is a creature of a thousand whims;
The slave of hope and fear and circumstance.
Through toil and martyrdom a million years
Struggling and groping upward from the brute,
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Hanford Lennox Gordon
The Child And The Hind

Come, maids and matrons, to caress
Wiesbaden's gentle hind;
And, smiling, deck its glossy neck
With forest flowers entwined.
.....

Thomas Campbell
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

George Meredith
Dirge For A Joker

Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from teh pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.
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Sylvia Plath
Conscience

Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
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Henry David Thoreau
The Vote Of Thanks Debate

The Other Night I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.
I couldnâ??t chuck a chuckle at the foolery of Twain;
When Ward and Billings failed to bring a twinkle to my eye,
I turned my eyes to Hansard of the fifteenth of July.
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Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson
I Cannot Love Thee!

I CANNOT love thee, tho' thy soul
Be one which all good thoughts control;
Altho' thy eyes be starry bright,
And the gleams of golden light
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
Conscious Am I In My Chamber

679

Conscious am I in my Chamber,
Of a shapeless friend—
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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
The Goring

Arena dust rusted by four bulls' blood to a dull redness,
The afternoon at a bad end under the crowd's truculence,
The ritual death each time botched among dropped capes, ill-judged
stabs,
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Sylvia Plath