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My Dreams, My Works, Must Wait Till After Hell
I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
I hold my honey and I store my bread
In little jars and cabinets of my will.
I label clearly, and each latch and lid
I bid, Be firm till I return from hell.
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Gwendolyn Brooks
Farewell To Malta
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!
Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!
Adieu, thou palace rarely enter'd!
Adieu, ye mansions where I've ventured!
.....
George Gordon Byron
Adieu, ye joys of La Valette!
Adieu, sirocco, sun, and sweat!
Adieu, thou palace rarely enter'd!
Adieu, ye mansions where I've ventured!
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George Gordon Byron
Proem.
I only knew one poet in my life.
â?? BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
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Robert Crawford
I only knew one poet in my life.
â?? BROWNING.
I have not known a poet but myself,
If I'm indeed one, as I ought to be,
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Robert Crawford
The Germ
I took to khaki at a word,
And fashioned dreams of wonder.
I rode the great sea like a bird,
Chock full of blood and thunder.
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Edward Dyson
I took to khaki at a word,
And fashioned dreams of wonder.
I rode the great sea like a bird,
Chock full of blood and thunder.
.....
Edward Dyson
The Recumbent Posture
The day after Christmas, young Albert
Were what's called, confined to his bed,
With a tight kind of pain in his stummick
And a light feeling up in his head.
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Marriott Edgar
The day after Christmas, young Albert
Were what's called, confined to his bed,
With a tight kind of pain in his stummick
And a light feeling up in his head.
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Marriott Edgar
Tin Can On The Mountain-top
Tomato-can, of thee I sing:
bright beacon of liberty and civilization,
harbinger of progress
left by the picnicker
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Clark Ashton Smith
Tomato-can, of thee I sing:
bright beacon of liberty and civilization,
harbinger of progress
left by the picnicker
.....
Clark Ashton Smith
Profane Poet
Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanity
If you should choose to label me
A Poet of Profanity!
.....
Robert Service
Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanity
If you should choose to label me
A Poet of Profanity!
.....
Robert Service
Picture Dealer
There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
.....
Robert Service
There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
.....
Robert Service
The Latest Chinese Outrage
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;
Jones was countin' his chips, Smith relievin' his mind
Of ideas that a “straight” should beat “three of a kind,”
.....
Bret Harte
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;
Jones was countin' his chips, Smith relievin' his mind
Of ideas that a “straight” should beat “three of a kind,”
.....
Bret Harte
To An Autograph-hunter
Seek not my name-it doth no virtue bear;
Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find-
The name God called when thy ideal fair
Arose in deeps of the eternal mind.
.....
George Macdonald
Seek not my name-it doth no virtue bear;
Seek, seek thine own primeval name to find-
The name God called when thy ideal fair
Arose in deeps of the eternal mind.
.....
George Macdonald
The Antiquarian
Millions have been and passed from view
Benignity who never knew;
No aspiration theirs, nor aim;
Existence soulless as the clay
.....
Hattie Howard
Millions have been and passed from view
Benignity who never knew;
No aspiration theirs, nor aim;
Existence soulless as the clay
.....
Hattie Howard
The Little Clock
Kind friend, you do not know how much
I prize this time-ly treasure,
So dainty, diligent, and such
A constant source of pleasure.
.....
Hattie Howard
Kind friend, you do not know how much
I prize this time-ly treasure,
So dainty, diligent, and such
A constant source of pleasure.
.....
Hattie Howard
True Philosophy
I wouldn't count it worth my while
To sing about a rich man's smile,
Or quote a fellow, trouble free,
An' label that philosophy.
.....
Edgar Albert Guest
I wouldn't count it worth my while
To sing about a rich man's smile,
Or quote a fellow, trouble free,
An' label that philosophy.
.....
Edgar Albert Guest
The Falling Is The Constant Mate Of Fear
The falling is the constant mate of fear,
And feel of emptiness is the feel of fright.
Who throws us the stones from the height --
And stones here refuse the dust to bear?
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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
The falling is the constant mate of fear,
And feel of emptiness is the feel of fright.
Who throws us the stones from the height --
And stones here refuse the dust to bear?
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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
To A Hatpeg
Thereâ??s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
And though he is wandering far beyond call
Like him it is always true hearted.
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Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Thereâ??s a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
And though he is wandering far beyond call
Like him it is always true hearted.
.....
Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,
With a name aristocraticâ??Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
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Banjo Paterson
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,
With a name aristocraticâ??Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
.....
Banjo Paterson
The Man In The Bowler Hat
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
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Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
I am the unnoticed, the unnoticable man:
The man who sat on your right in the morning train:
The man who looked through like a windowpane:
The man who was the colour of the carriage, the colour of the mounting
.....
Arthur Seymour John Tessimond
Bill
'Gentle brother, answer truly,
Tell what you be.
But, I pray, tax not unduly
Your sagacitee.
.....
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
'Gentle brother, answer truly,
Tell what you be.
But, I pray, tax not unduly
Your sagacitee.
.....
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Haec Fabula Docet
A rat who'd gorged a box of bane
And suffered an internal pain,
Came from his hole to die (the label
Required it if the rat were able)
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Ambrose Bierce
A rat who'd gorged a box of bane
And suffered an internal pain,
Came from his hole to die (the label
Required it if the rat were able)
.....
Ambrose Bierce
Guide To The Other Gallery
This is the hall of broken limbs
Where splintered marble athletes lie
Beside the arms of cherubim.
Nothing is ever thrown away.
.....
Dana Gioia
This is the hall of broken limbs
Where splintered marble athletes lie
Beside the arms of cherubim.
Nothing is ever thrown away.
.....
Dana Gioia
The Suburban Classes
There is far too much of the suburban classes
Spiritually not geographically speaking. Theyâ??re asses.
Menacing the greatness of our beloved England, they lie
Propagating their kind in an eightroomed stye.
.....
Stevie Smith
There is far too much of the suburban classes
Spiritually not geographically speaking. Theyâ??re asses.
Menacing the greatness of our beloved England, they lie
Propagating their kind in an eightroomed stye.
.....
Stevie Smith
The Cock-fighter's Garland
Muse -- hide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew,
.....
William Cowper
Muse -- hide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew,
.....
William Cowper
The Toucher
He was a jobbing hand from the printers' flat. His name was Raymond Cato, but he acquired "Toucher" as a complimentary title when we knew him better. He was tall, sallow, languid and distressingly impecunious. I put it that way because Mr Cato's impecuniosity was more a trait of character than the result of misfortune. He was the sort of young man who would have been impecunious had he been born to ten thousand a year. He was slovenly in his dress, and his trousers were always worn to strings at the heels, and this fringe collected various foreign bodies, which dragged after him as be walked, Raymond being too languid or too indifferent to shake them off. You got to know when Toucher was coming by the clatter of vagrant articles attached to his trousers fringe. He once towed a disused fish-tin after him through a whole hot afternoon. That will give you an idea of the sort of person Raymond Cato was. But this depraved young man, while apparently sleeping against a case, could paw type with miraculous speed and precision, and he handled the most intricate jobs with absolute certainty when under the influence of two buckets of very bad beer.
Mr Cato had only been ten days in the factory when be came to the packer's board and leaned there. There were two peach-nuts, a metal rule, and the rind off a tin of red ink dangling at his fetlock. He passed his hand wearily over his brow, brushing back his long, black hair, and rested his eyes on the packer. Raymond's eyes were large and dark, and suffused with an overwhelming sadness. The Toucher owed his success largely to those appealing eyes.
.....
Edward Dyson
He was a jobbing hand from the printers' flat. His name was Raymond Cato, but he acquired "Toucher" as a complimentary title when we knew him better. He was tall, sallow, languid and distressingly impecunious. I put it that way because Mr Cato's impecuniosity was more a trait of character than the result of misfortune. He was the sort of young man who would have been impecunious had he been born to ten thousand a year. He was slovenly in his dress, and his trousers were always worn to strings at the heels, and this fringe collected various foreign bodies, which dragged after him as be walked, Raymond being too languid or too indifferent to shake them off. You got to know when Toucher was coming by the clatter of vagrant articles attached to his trousers fringe. He once towed a disused fish-tin after him through a whole hot afternoon. That will give you an idea of the sort of person Raymond Cato was. But this depraved young man, while apparently sleeping against a case, could paw type with miraculous speed and precision, and he handled the most intricate jobs with absolute certainty when under the influence of two buckets of very bad beer.
Mr Cato had only been ten days in the factory when be came to the packer's board and leaned there. There were two peach-nuts, a metal rule, and the rind off a tin of red ink dangling at his fetlock. He passed his hand wearily over his brow, brushing back his long, black hair, and rested his eyes on the packer. Raymond's eyes were large and dark, and suffused with an overwhelming sadness. The Toucher owed his success largely to those appealing eyes.
.....
Edward Dyson
Tristram
Tristram
Is she not come? The messenger was sure.
Prop me upon the pillows once again
.....
Matthew Arnold
Tristram
Is she not come? The messenger was sure.
Prop me upon the pillows once again
.....
Matthew Arnold
The Quaker Alumni
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,
Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;
And, with hearts warmer grown as your heads grow more cool,
Play over the old game of going to school.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
From the well-springs of Hudson, the sea-cliffs of Maine,
Grave men, sober matrons, you gather again;
And, with hearts warmer grown as your heads grow more cool,
Play over the old game of going to school.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
A Welsh Testament
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
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Ronald Stuart Thomas
All right, I was Welsh. Does it matter?
I spoke a tongue that was passed on
To me in the place I happened to be,
A place huddled between grey walls
.....
Ronald Stuart Thomas
Profane Poet
Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanity
If you should choose to label me
A Poet of Profanity!
.....
Robert William Service
Oh how it would enable me
To titillate my vanity
If you should choose to label me
A Poet of Profanity!
.....
Robert William Service
Picture Dealer
There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
.....
Robert William Service
There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
.....
Robert William Service
The Empty Purse--a Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,
Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!
Quenched youth, and is that thy purse?
Even such limp slough as the snake has left
.....
George Meredith
Thou, run to the dry on this wayside bank,
Too plainly of all the propellers bereft!
Quenched youth, and is that thy purse?
Even such limp slough as the snake has left
.....
George Meredith
Echoes
Brothers!....
(That is to say, those of you that are.
For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.)
Brothers!
.....
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Brothers!....
(That is to say, those of you that are.
For, even in the most altruistic mood, there are some I bar.)
Brothers!
.....
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Rip Van Winkle. Canto I.
OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,ââ?¬â?Ã?Â
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,
.....
Oliver Wendell Holmes
OLD Rip Van Winkle had a grandson, Rip,
Of the paternal block a genuine chip,ââ?¬â?Ã?Â
A lazy, sleepy, curious kind of chap;
He, like his grandsire, took a mighty nap,
.....
Oliver Wendell Holmes
Twenty-pound Stone
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if
offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward.
At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it
.....
Nick Flynn
It nests in the hollow of my pelvis, I carry it with both hands, as if
offering my stomach, as if it were pulling me forward.
At night the sun leaks from it, it turns cold, I sleep with it
.....
Nick Flynn
The Germ
I took to khaki at a word,
And fashioned dreams of wonder.
I rode the great sea like a bird,
Chock full of blood and thunder.
.....
Edward George Dyson
I took to khaki at a word,
And fashioned dreams of wonder.
I rode the great sea like a bird,
Chock full of blood and thunder.
.....
Edward George Dyson
Measure For Measure
By Oâ??r Kâ??m.
Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept
Their silence while the white-eyed Kaffir slept,
And wailed the Nightingale with 'Jug, jug, jug!'
.....
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
By Oâ??r Kâ??m.
Wake! for the closed Pavilion doors have kept
Their silence while the white-eyed Kaffir slept,
And wailed the Nightingale with 'Jug, jug, jug!'
.....
Sir Arthur Quiller-couch
Shirt
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians
.....
Robert Pinsky
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians
.....
Robert Pinsky
A Pair
THERE was a youth--but woe is me :
I quite forgot his name, and he,
Without some label round his neck,
Is like one pea among a peck.
.....
Jane Taylor
THERE was a youth--but woe is me :
I quite forgot his name, and he,
Without some label round his neck,
Is like one pea among a peck.
.....
Jane Taylor
Where's My Billy Goat Gone To?
'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had
When she was nine, and twenty:
Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl,
Tho' he who gave had plenty.
.....
Henry Clay Work
'Twas a birthday gift Miss Posie had
When she was nine, and twenty:
Not of gold -- Oh, no! -- nor gem, nor pearl,
Tho' he who gave had plenty.
.....
Henry Clay Work
Drought And Doctrine
Come, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says â??five,â?
But it ain't as if you'd merely kep' our little 'un alive;
Man, you saved the mother's reason when you saved that babby's life,
An' it's thanks to you I ha'n't a ravin' idiot for a wife.
.....
James Brunton Stephens
Come, take the tenner, doctor . . . yes, I know the bill says â??five,â?
But it ain't as if you'd merely kep' our little 'un alive;
Man, you saved the mother's reason when you saved that babby's life,
An' it's thanks to you I ha'n't a ravin' idiot for a wife.
.....
James Brunton Stephens
A Spiritual Manifestation
To-day the plant by Williams set
Its summer bloom discloses;
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
Is crowned with cultured roses.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
To-day the plant by Williams set
Its summer bloom discloses;
The wilding sweethrier of his prayers
Is crowned with cultured roses.
.....
John Greenleaf Whittier
To A Hatpeg
There's a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
And though he is wandering far beyond call
Like him it is always true hearted.
.....
Barcroft Boake
There's a nice little hatpeg that hangs on the wall
That long from its owner has parted,
And though he is wandering far beyond call
Like him it is always true hearted.
.....
Barcroft Boake
Quince To Lilac: To G. H.
Dear Lilac, how enchanting
To hear of you this way!
The Man who comes a-mouching
To visit me each day
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Bliss Carman (william)
Dear Lilac, how enchanting
To hear of you this way!
The Man who comes a-mouching
To visit me each day
.....
Bliss Carman (william)
The Latest Chinese Outrage
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;
Jones was countin' his chips, Smith relievin' his mind
Of ideas that a "straight" should beat "three of a kind,"
.....
Bret Harte (francis)
It was noon by the sun; we had finished our game,
And was passin' remarks goin' back to our claim;
Jones was countin' his chips, Smith relievin' his mind
Of ideas that a "straight" should beat "three of a kind,"
.....
Bret Harte (francis)
The Cock-fighter's Garland.[1]
Muse--hide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew
.....
William Cowper
Muse--hide his name of whom I sing,
Lest his surviving house thou bring
For his sake into scorn,
Nor speak the school from which he drew
.....
William Cowper
Nature's Labels. A Fragment
In vain we fondly strive to trace
The soul's reflection in the face;
In vain we dwell on lines and crosses,
Crooked mouth or short proboscis;
.....
Thomas Moore
In vain we fondly strive to trace
The soul's reflection in the face;
In vain we dwell on lines and crosses,
Crooked mouth or short proboscis;
.....
Thomas Moore
Feelings Beyond Infatuation
Whenever I carry down these roses,
Amidst daring moments of ennui,
.....
Thaddeus Vic Mogire
Whenever I carry down these roses,
Amidst daring moments of ennui,
.....
Thaddeus Vic Mogire
His And Her Daughter/son
I plead with you not to shame refusing being called an orphan all because you have lost your dear mother and father to a part of the universe you are yet to belong
Have you not a soul?
Have you not a heart that still strives to love regardless of the countless times it has been shattered
Of what do you lack to earn such a priceless label?
.....
Bonolo Duma
I plead with you not to shame refusing being called an orphan all because you have lost your dear mother and father to a part of the universe you are yet to belong
Have you not a soul?
Have you not a heart that still strives to love regardless of the countless times it has been shattered
Of what do you lack to earn such a priceless label?
.....
Bonolo Duma
