RHYME POEMS
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Address To The Devil
O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
That led th' embattled seraphim to war!
(Milton, Paradise Lost)
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Robert Burns
O Prince, O chief of many throned pow'rs!
That led th' embattled seraphim to war!
(Milton, Paradise Lost)
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Robert Burns
A Hand Axe
I know not a hand axe,
Cathartic is my poetry and rhyme.
I pen in the darkness,
when my sun sets in the east.
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Brian Bunguswa
I know not a hand axe,
Cathartic is my poetry and rhyme.
I pen in the darkness,
when my sun sets in the east.
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Brian Bunguswa
Your Poem
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
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Robert Service
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
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Robert Service
Piteous My Rhyme
Piteous my rhyme is
What while I muse of love and pain,
Of love misspent, of love in vain,
Of love that is not loved again:
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Christina Rossetti
Piteous my rhyme is
What while I muse of love and pain,
Of love misspent, of love in vain,
Of love that is not loved again:
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Christina Rossetti
Sonnet 017: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
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William Shakespeare
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
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William Shakespeare
Iam A Self Made Machine
Iam a self made machine,
spitting rhymes,
like an a.t.m machine spilling rands,
when iam flowing,
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Francis Ngwenya
Iam a self made machine,
spitting rhymes,
like an a.t.m machine spilling rands,
when iam flowing,
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Francis Ngwenya
A Basket Of Summer Fruit
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
A Song
There is a song that calls to your soul,
To your heart,
To your mind.
It sends shivers down your spine,
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Nicole Fryer
There is a song that calls to your soul,
To your heart,
To your mind.
It sends shivers down your spine,
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Nicole Fryer
Timeless Frame
Whirling winds, rumbling seas
thy feet frets not.
Charging Stallion, raging roars
yet courage isn't faint.
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Iyen Guobadia
Whirling winds, rumbling seas
thy feet frets not.
Charging Stallion, raging roars
yet courage isn't faint.
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Iyen Guobadia
Advice
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
One over, one under the hill.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I must do as you do? Your way I own
Is a very good way, and still,
There are sometimes two straight roads to a town,
One over, one under the hill.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Shakespeare
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came
Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,
With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,
Giving each man his due, each passion grace,
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Vachel Lindsay
Would that in body and spirit Shakespeare came
Visible emperor of the deeds of Time,
With Justice still the genius of his rhyme,
Giving each man his due, each passion grace,
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Vachel Lindsay
Letter To Maria Gisborne
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;
The silk-worm in the dark green mulberry leaves
His winding sheet and cradle ever weaves;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Saint Monica
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
By twice ten brethren of the monkish cowl,
Was duly sung; and requiems for the soul
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Charlotte Smith
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
By twice ten brethren of the monkish cowl,
Was duly sung; and requiems for the soul
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Charlotte Smith
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
(From _The Shepherd's Hunting_)
Seest thou not, in clearest days,
Oft thick fogs cloud Heaven's rays?
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George Wither
Sonnet 032: If Thou Survive My Well-contented Day
If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover,
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William Shakespeare
If thou survive my well-contented day
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover,
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceasèd lover,
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William Shakespeare
Book Lover
I keep collecting books I know
I'll never, never read;
My wife and daughter tell me so,
And yet I never head.
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Robert Service
I keep collecting books I know
I'll never, never read;
My wife and daughter tell me so,
And yet I never head.
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Robert Service
Saadi
Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Trees in groves,
Kine in droves,
In ocean sport the scaly herds,
Wedge-like cleave the air the birds,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Artist's Life
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
Mad with melody, rhythm-rife
From the very first to the final note.
Give me his “Artist's Life!”
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Of all the waltzes the great Strauss wrote,
Mad with melody, rhythm-rife
From the very first to the final note.
Give me his “Artist's Life!”
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Amateur Poet
You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
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Robert Service
You see that sheaf of slender books
Upon the topmost shelf,
At which no browser ever looks,
Because they're by . . . myself;
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Robert Service
Merlin Ii
The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's affairs,
Balance-loving nature
Made all things in pairs.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
The rhyme of the poet
Modulates the king's affairs,
Balance-loving nature
Made all things in pairs.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sonnet 016: But Wherefore Do Not You A Mightier Way
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?
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William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time,
And fortify your self in your decay
With means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?
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William Shakespeare
Had I The Choice
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors-Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakespeare's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello-Tennyson's
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Walt Whitman
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors-Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakespeare's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello-Tennyson's
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Walt Whitman
The Hunting Of The Snark
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll
Dedication
Inscribed to a dear Child:
in memory of golden summer hours
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Lewis Carroll
Prelude
In youth I gnawed life's bitter rind
And shared the rugged lot
Of fellows rude and unrefined,
Frustrated and forgot;
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Robert Service
In youth I gnawed life's bitter rind
And shared the rugged lot
Of fellows rude and unrefined,
Frustrated and forgot;
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Robert Service
The Cataract Of Lodore
'How does the water
Come down at Lodore?'
My little boy asked me
Thus, once on a time;
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Robert Southey
'How does the water
Come down at Lodore?'
My little boy asked me
Thus, once on a time;
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Robert Southey
The Vision
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger'd maukin taen her way,
To kail-yards green,
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Robert Burns
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day,
The curless quat their roarin play,
And hunger'd maukin taen her way,
To kail-yards green,
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Robert Burns
Stella-s Birth-day. 1724-5
As when a beauteous nymph decays,
We say she's past her dancing days;
So poets lose their feet by time,
And can no longer dance in rhyme.
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Jonathan Swift
As when a beauteous nymph decays,
We say she's past her dancing days;
So poets lose their feet by time,
And can no longer dance in rhyme.
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Jonathan Swift
The Fudges In England. Letter Vii. From Miss Fanny Fudge, To Her Cousin, Miss Kitty ----.
IRREGULAR ODE.
Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,
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Thomas Moore
IRREGULAR ODE.
Bring me the slumbering souls of flowers,
While yet, beneath some northern sky,
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Thomas Moore
Rhyme
I've got a stubborn goose whose gut's
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won't lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
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Sylvia Plath
I've got a stubborn goose whose gut's
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won't lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
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Sylvia Plath
In A Poem
The sentencing goes blithely on its way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and time
In having its undeviable say.
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Robert Frost
The sentencing goes blithely on its way
And takes the playfully objected rhyme
As surely as it takes the stroke and time
In having its undeviable say.
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Robert Frost
A Song Of Sixty-five
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one,
And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer;
And yet again in mellow vein when youth was gaily run,
Has dipped his nose in Gascon wine, and told of Forty Year.
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Robert Service
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one,
And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer;
And yet again in mellow vein when youth was gaily run,
Has dipped his nose in Gascon wine, and told of Forty Year.
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Robert Service
Prothalamion
“little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
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Delmore Schwartz
“little soul, little flirting,
little perverse one
where are you off to now?
little wan one, firm one
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Delmore Schwartz
The Builders
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time;
Some with massive deeds and great,
Some with ornaments of rhyme.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Reminiscence
We sang old love-songs on the way
In sad and merry snatches,
Your fingers o'er the strings astray
Strumming the random catches.
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John Charles Mcneill
We sang old love-songs on the way
In sad and merry snatches,
Your fingers o'er the strings astray
Strumming the random catches.
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John Charles Mcneill
Old Mister Laughter
Old Mister Laughter
Comes a-grinnin' down the way,
Singin': 'Never mind your troubles,
For they'll surely pass away.'
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Edgar Albert Guest
Old Mister Laughter
Comes a-grinnin' down the way,
Singin': 'Never mind your troubles,
For they'll surely pass away.'
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Edgar Albert Guest
A Dedication
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
Sunday Morning
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
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Louis Macneice
Down the road someone is practising scales,
The notes like little fishes vanish with a wink of tails,
Man's heart expands to tinker with his car
For this is Sunday morning, Fate's great bazaar;
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Louis Macneice
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
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
The Wanderings Of Oisin: Book I
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
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William Butler Yeats
S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
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William Butler Yeats
Poems That Do Not Rhyme
I love poems that do not rhyme
But find another way to a good link Somewhere around the middle
Thus its writer can be certain
Of the message through spontaneity
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Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
I love poems that do not rhyme
But find another way to a good link Somewhere around the middle
Thus its writer can be certain
Of the message through spontaneity
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Fatimah Bint Abdil Alim
A Dedication To The Author Of Holmby House
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
How Many Bards Gild The Lapses Of Time!
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,-I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
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John Keats
How many bards gild the lapses of time!
A few of them have ever been the food
Of my delighted fancy,-I could brood
Over their beauties, earthly, or sublime:
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John Keats
Blood And The Moon
I
Blessed be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
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William Butler Yeats
I
Blessed be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
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William Butler Yeats
Humanitad
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde
It is full winter now: the trees are bare,
Save where the cattle huddle from the cold
Beneath the pine, for it doth never wear
The autumn's gaudy livery whose gold
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Oscar Wilde
The Green Knight's Farewell To Fancy
n my hat full harebrainedly, thy flowers did I wear:
Too late I find (at last), thy fruits are nothing worth,
Thy blossoms fall and fade full fast, though bravery bring them forth.
By thee I hoped always, in deep delights to dwell,
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George Gascoigne
n my hat full harebrainedly, thy flowers did I wear:
Too late I find (at last), thy fruits are nothing worth,
Thy blossoms fall and fade full fast, though bravery bring them forth.
By thee I hoped always, in deep delights to dwell,
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George Gascoigne
Ione
I
Ah, yes, ‘t is sweet still to remember,
Though 'twere less painful to forget;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
I
Ah, yes, ‘t is sweet still to remember,
Though 'twere less painful to forget;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lachrymæ Musarum
Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head:
The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er:
Carry the last great bard to his last bed.
Land that he loved, thy noblest voice is mute.
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William Watson
Low, like another's, lies the laurelled head:
The life that seemed a perfect song is o'er:
Carry the last great bard to his last bed.
Land that he loved, thy noblest voice is mute.
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William Watson
Sonnet 17: Who Will Believe My Verse In Time To Come
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
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William Shakespeare
Who will believe my verse in time to come
If it were filled with your most high deserts?
Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life, and shows not half your parts:
.....
William Shakespeare
Sonnet
I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;
Her prow was gilded by the western fire,
And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,
For winds to play on to the ocean's rhyme
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Sara Teasdale
I saw a ship sail forth at evening time;
Her prow was gilded by the western fire,
And all her rigging one vast golden lyre,
For winds to play on to the ocean's rhyme
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Sara Teasdale