MOLD POEMS
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Feelings And The Mind
We met once and I didn't fall in deep
Not because you were not my type
But I didn't want to make you cheap
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Bright Madziva
We met once and I didn't fall in deep
Not because you were not my type
But I didn't want to make you cheap
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Bright Madziva
Water, Is Taught By Thirst
135
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land—by the Oceans passed.
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Emily Dickinson
135
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land—by the Oceans passed.
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Emily Dickinson
What We Needed.
What does our country need? Not armies standing
With sabres gleaming ready for the fight.
Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,
To bound the waters with an iron might.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What does our country need? Not armies standing
With sabres gleaming ready for the fight.
Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,
To bound the waters with an iron might.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
A Science—so The Savants Say
100
A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy"—
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Emily Dickinson
100
A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy"—
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Emily Dickinson
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
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
Limerick: There Was An Old Person Of Mold
There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold,
So he purchased some muffs,
Some furs and some fluffs,
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Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold,
So he purchased some muffs,
Some furs and some fluffs,
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Edward Lear
A Celebration
A middle-northern March, now as always-
gusts from the South broken against cold winds-
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves-not into April-into a second March,
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William Carlos Williams
A middle-northern March, now as always-
gusts from the South broken against cold winds-
but from under, as if a slow hand lifted a tide,
it moves-not into April-into a second March,
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William Carlos Williams
Elegy X
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
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Rainer Maria Rilke
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
.....
Rainer Maria Rilke
Ode
HOW sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest,
By all their Country's Wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy Fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd Mold,
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William Collins
HOW sleep the Brave, who sink to Rest,
By all their Country's Wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy Fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd Mold,
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William Collins
Duino Elegies: The Tenth Elegy
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
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Rainer Maria Rilke
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision
I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels!
That of the clear-struck keys of the heart not one may fail
to sound because of a loose, doubtful or broken string!
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Rainer Maria Rilke
To The Fallen Soldiers
Captain Captain Captain!!!
I see you no more.
On the gravestone were my words inscribed,
Above your body which lies like a mold in the grave.
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Prosper The Poet
Captain Captain Captain!!!
I see you no more.
On the gravestone were my words inscribed,
Above your body which lies like a mold in the grave.
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Prosper The Poet
Mystery Of Carmel
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,
And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;
Its roof of tiles, in tiers and tiers,
Had stood the storms of a hundred years.
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Madge Morris Wagner
The Mission floor was with weeds o'ergrown,
And crumbling and shaky its walls of stone;
Its roof of tiles, in tiers and tiers,
Had stood the storms of a hundred years.
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Madge Morris Wagner
Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things
607
Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times-
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Emily Dickinson
607
Of nearness to her sundered Things
The Soul has special times-
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Emily Dickinson
Deep In Our Refrigerator
Deep in our refrigerator,
there's a special place
for food that's been around awhile...
we keep it, just in case.
.....
Jack Prelutsky
Deep in our refrigerator,
there's a special place
for food that's been around awhile...
we keep it, just in case.
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Jack Prelutsky
The Boston Athenaeum
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours,
How often in some distant gallery,
Gained by a little painful spiral stair,
Far from the halls and corridors where throng
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Amy Lowell
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours,
How often in some distant gallery,
Gained by a little painful spiral stair,
Far from the halls and corridors where throng
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Amy Lowell
A Rune Of The Rain
I.
O many-toned rain!
O myriad sweet voices of the rain!
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George Parsons Lathrop
I.
O many-toned rain!
O myriad sweet voices of the rain!
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George Parsons Lathrop
The Lover Who Thinks
Dost thou remember, Love, those hours
Shot o'er with random rainy showers,
When the bold sun would woo coy May?
She smiled, then wept-and looked another way.
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George Parsons Lathrop
Dost thou remember, Love, those hours
Shot o'er with random rainy showers,
When the bold sun would woo coy May?
She smiled, then wept-and looked another way.
.....
George Parsons Lathrop
Gold!
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
Molten, graven, hammered and rolled,
Heavy to get and light to hold,
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Thomas Hood
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
Molten, graven, hammered and rolled,
Heavy to get and light to hold,
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Thomas Hood
Drifting Away: A Fragment
(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)
See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
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Charles Kingsley
(Written for music to be sung at a parish industrial exhibition)
See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
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Charles Kingsley
The Breezelet
CRIED Ciss to the breeze, as under the trees,
She lay at her ease, one day,
'From thy rovings cease, and a maiden to please,
Of thy doings breeze now say!
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Joseph Skipsey
CRIED Ciss to the breeze, as under the trees,
She lay at her ease, one day,
'From thy rovings cease, and a maiden to please,
Of thy doings breeze now say!
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Joseph Skipsey
Signs
All night I dreamed of my home,
of the roads that are so long
and straight they die in the middleâ??
among the spines of elderly weeds
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Larry Levis
All night I dreamed of my home,
of the roads that are so long
and straight they die in the middleâ??
among the spines of elderly weeds
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Larry Levis
To Johan Sverdrup
When now my song selects and praises
Your forceful name, think not it raises
The rallying-flag for battle near;
The street-fight shall not reach us here.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
When now my song selects and praises
Your forceful name, think not it raises
The rallying-flag for battle near;
The street-fight shall not reach us here.
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Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
The Dirge
VVhat is th' Existence of Mans life?
But open war, or slumber'd strife.
Where sickness to his sense presents
The combat of the Elements:
.....
Henry King
VVhat is th' Existence of Mans life?
But open war, or slumber'd strife.
Where sickness to his sense presents
The combat of the Elements:
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Henry King
Pity Me, Loo!
On the sunset borders of the mountains I stray,
Of a dear home dreaming 'yond the snow peaks far away,
While the bubbling brook beside me goes dancing along,
As it seeks the "Golden Gate" of the ocean blue;
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Henry Clay Work
On the sunset borders of the mountains I stray,
Of a dear home dreaming 'yond the snow peaks far away,
While the bubbling brook beside me goes dancing along,
As it seeks the "Golden Gate" of the ocean blue;
.....
Henry Clay Work
The Rock Cries Out To Us Today
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
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Maya Angelou
A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
.....
Maya Angelou
A Mother's Grave.
I.
The years have passed in ceaseless round
Since first they laid her here to rest
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George W. Doneghy
I.
The years have passed in ceaseless round
Since first they laid her here to rest
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George W. Doneghy
There Was An Old Person Of Mold
There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold,
So he purchased some muffs,
Some furs and some fluffs,
.....
Edward Lear
There was an Old Person of Mold,
Who shrank from sensations of cold,
So he purchased some muffs,
Some furs and some fluffs,
.....
Edward Lear
The Only Way
I
Memphis and Karnak, Luxor, Thebes, the Nile:
Of these your letters told; and I who read
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Louis V. Ledoux
I
Memphis and Karnak, Luxor, Thebes, the Nile:
Of these your letters told; and I who read
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Louis V. Ledoux
Metabole
An Apostrophe To The Moon.
O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,
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Alfred Castner King
An Apostrophe To The Moon.
O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,
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Alfred Castner King
The Mother's Soul
When the moon was horned the mother died,
And the child pulled at her hand and knee,
And he rubbed her cheek and loudly cried:
'O mother, arise, give bread to me!'
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Isabella Valancy Crawford
When the moon was horned the mother died,
And the child pulled at her hand and knee,
And he rubbed her cheek and loudly cried:
'O mother, arise, give bread to me!'
.....
Isabella Valancy Crawford
The Answer
You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
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Carl Sandburg
You have spoken the answer.
A child searches far sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
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Carl Sandburg
A Science'so The Savants Say
100
A science-so the Savants say,
“Comparative Anatomy”-
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Emily Dickinson
100
A science-so the Savants say,
“Comparative Anatomy”-
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Emily Dickinson
Through The Dark Sod'as Education
392
Through the Dark Sod-as Education-
The Lily passes sure-
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Emily Dickinson
392
Through the Dark Sod-as Education-
The Lily passes sure-
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Emily Dickinson
The Temple Of Fame
In that soft season, when descending show'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;
When op'ning buds salute the welcome day,
And earth relenting feels the genial day,
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Alexander Pope
In that soft season, when descending show'rs
Call forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;
When op'ning buds salute the welcome day,
And earth relenting feels the genial day,
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Alexander Pope
Wood Dreams
About the time when bluebells swing
Their elfin belfries for the bee
And in the fragrant House of Spring
Wild Music moves; and Fantasy
.....
Madison Julius Cawein
About the time when bluebells swing
Their elfin belfries for the bee
And in the fragrant House of Spring
Wild Music moves; and Fantasy
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Madison Julius Cawein
Water, Is Taught By Thirst
135
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land-by the Oceans passed.
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Emily Dickinson
135
Water, is taught by thirst.
Land-by the Oceans passed.
.....
Emily Dickinson
Requiescat
Tonight my love is sleeping cold
Where none may see and none shall pass.
The daisies quicken in the mold,
And richer fares the meadow grass.
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Dorothy Parker
Tonight my love is sleeping cold
Where none may see and none shall pass.
The daisies quicken in the mold,
And richer fares the meadow grass.
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Dorothy Parker
The Ghetto
I
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
I
Cool, inaccessible air
Is floating in velvety blackness shot with steel-blue lights,
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Lola Ridge
Michelangelo
Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone
Could draw the face of God, the titan high
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Vachel Lindsay
Would I might wake in you the whirl-wind soul
Of Michelangelo, who hewed the stone
And Night and Day revealed, whose arm alone
Could draw the face of God, the titan high
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Vachel Lindsay
The Provinces
O God that I
May arise with the Gael
To the song in the sky
Over Inisfail!
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Francis Carlin
O God that I
May arise with the Gael
To the song in the sky
Over Inisfail!
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Francis Carlin
The Haunted Garden
THERE a tattered marigold
And dead asters manifold,
Showed him where the garden old
Of time bloomed:
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Madison Julius Cawein
THERE a tattered marigold
And dead asters manifold,
Showed him where the garden old
Of time bloomed:
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Madison Julius Cawein
Blight
Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,-
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Hard seeds of hate I planted
That should by now be grown,-
Rough stalks, and from thick stamens
A poisonous pollen blown,
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Old Spookses' Pass
I.
We'd camp'd that night on Yaller Bull Flat-
Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
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Isabella Valancy Crawford
I.
We'd camp'd that night on Yaller Bull Flat-
Thar was Possum Billy, an' Tom, an' me.
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Isabella Valancy Crawford
They're Coming!
They're coming! And it seems so long
Since sadly autumn laid them low.
They left us with the robin's song,
They left us to the ice and snow.
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Nannie R. Glass
They're coming! And it seems so long
Since sadly autumn laid them low.
They left us with the robin's song,
They left us to the ice and snow.
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Nannie R. Glass
Sonnet 106: Oh Absent Presence
Oh absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place,
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear:
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Sir Philip Sidney
Oh absent presence, Stella is not here;
False flattering Hope, that with so fair a face
Bare me in hand, that in this orphan place,
Stella, I say my Stella, should appear:
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Sir Philip Sidney