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Poetry

Poetry is a painting of words,
The colours are our tears and thoughts,
That flow from the mind to the pen in hand and onto the paper.
The different figure of speech and tone used in poetry enhances its texture.
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Salma Hatim

Salma Hatim
My Heart

I.

Night, with her power to silence day,
Filled up my lonely room,
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George Macdonald

George Macdonald
Beautiful

I love when you near me
I coulda do this for eternity, you and me
I'm a good boy but for you will drop out
No madness here just silver, gold and two hearts
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Jova Petr

Jova Petr
Four Charades

1

My first is no proof of my second,
Though my second's a proof of my first:
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Daphne

Daphne! Ladon's daughter, Daphne! Set thyself in silver light,
Take thy thoughts of fairest texture, weave them into words of white -
Weave the rhyme of rose-lipped Daphne, nymph of wooded stream and shade,
Flying love of bright Apollo, - fleeting type of faultless maid!
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Henry Kendall
Wash Of Cold River

Wash of cold river
in a glacial land,
Ionian water,
chill, snow-ribbed sand,
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H. D.
Wash Of Cold River

Wash of cold river
in a glacial land,
Ionian water,
chill, snow-ribbed sand,
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Hilda Doolittle
Lamia

Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
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John Keats

John Keats
The Iliad: Book 10

Now the other princes of the Achaeans slept soundly the whole
night through, but Agamemnon son of Atreus was troubled, so that he
could get no rest. As when fair Juno's lord flashes his lightning in
token of great rain or hail or snow when the snow-flakes whiten the
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Homer
The Wild Common

The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame;
Above them, exultant, the pee-wits are sweeping:
They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim.
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D. H. Lawrence

D. H. Lawrence
The Butterfly

I watched to-day a butterfly,
With gorgeous wings of golden sheen,
Flit lightly 'neath a sapphire sky
Amid the springtime's tender green;-
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John L. Stoddard

John L. Stoddard
An Old Man

Looking upon this tree with its quaint pretension
Of holding the earth, a leveret, in its claws,
Or marking the texture of its living bark,
A grey sea wrinkled by the winds of years,
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Ronald Stuart Thomas
Poetry And Reality

THE worldly minded, cast in common mould,
With all his might pursuing fame or gold,
And towards that goal too vehemently hurled
To waste a thought about another world,
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Jane Taylor
Flora

REMOTE from scenes, where the o'erwearied mind
Shrinks from the crimes and follies of mankind,
From hostile menace, and offensive boast,
Peace, and her train of home-born pleasures lost;
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Charlotte Smith
The Prelude - Book Third

RESIDENCE AT CAMBRIDGE

It was a dreary morning when the wheels
Rolled over a wide plain o'erhung with clouds,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Truth To Tell

Vous n'etes que les masques sur des faces masquees
-Apollinaire

Start, then, with a sense of beginning, of sleep
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Jared Carter
In Hardwood Groves

The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather glove.
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Robert Frost

Robert Frost
Paradise Lost: Book 06

All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued,
Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn,
Waked by the circling Hours, with rosy hand
Unbarred the gates of light. There is a cave
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John Milton

John Milton
Childish Recollections

“I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most dear to me.”
‘Macbeth'

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George Gordon Lord Byron

George Gordon Lord Byron
Gradual Clearing

Late in the day the fog
wrung itself out like a sponge
in glades of rain,
sieving the half-invisible
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Amy Clampitt
A Fragment

But, under all, my heart believes the day
Was not diviner over Athens, nor
The West wind sweeter thro' the Cyclades
Than here and now; and from the altar of To-day
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Sydney Wheeler Jephcott
Nowhere, Everywhere

Flesh and blood, bone and skin,
Are the house that beauty lives in.
Formed in darkness, grown in light
Are they the substance of delight.
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John Freeman
Andante Con Moto

Forth from the dust and din,
The crush, the heat, the many-spotted glare,
The odour and sense of life and lust aflare,
The wrangle and jangle of unrests,
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William Ernest Henley

William Ernest Henley
The Germans On The Heighs Of Hochheim

ABRUPTLY paused the strife;--the field throughout
Resting upon his arms each warrior stood,
Checked in the very act and deed of blood,
With breath suspended, like a listening scout.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Childless

The Son thou sentest forth is now a Thought-
A Dream. To all but thee he is as nought
As if he had gone back into the same
Bosom that bare him. Oh, thou grey pale Dame,
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Sydney Thompson Dobell
Helen At The Loom

Helen, in her silent room,
Weaves upon the upright loom,
Weaves a mantle rich and dark,
Purpled over-deep. But mark
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George Parsons Lathrop

George Parsons Lathrop
Freaks Of Fashion

Such a hubbub in the nests,
Such a bustle and squeak!
Nestlings, guiltless of a feather,
Learning just to speak,
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Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti
Sonnet Lxiii: The Gossamer

O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze,
The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;
Waving in every sighing air that stirs,
As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread:
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Charlotte Smith
Lamia. Part Ii

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Isâ??Love, forgive us!â??cinders, ashes, dust;
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermitâ??s fast:â??
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John Keats

John Keats
You, Whom The Grave Cannot Bind

You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
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Lesbia Harford
Sonnet By Capel Lofft, Esq.

This Sonnet was addressed to the Author of this volume, and
was occasioned by several little Quatorzains, misnomered
Sonnets, which he published in the Monthly Mirror. He begs
leave to return his thanks to the much respected writer, for
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Henry Kirk White
I'm Explaining A Few Things

You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
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Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda
Mayflower

THUNDER our thanks to herâ??guns, hearts and lips!
Cheer from the ranks to her,
Shout from the banks to herâ??
Mayflower! Foremost and best of our ships.
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John Boyle O'reilly
A Night-piece

------The sky is overcast
With a continuous cloud of texture close,
Heavy and wan, all whitened by the Moon,
Which through that veil is indistinctly seen,
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Penthesilea

I
The Coming Of The Amazons
Dark in the noonday, dark as solemn pines,
A circle of dark towers above the plain,
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Robert Laurence Binyon
In Hardwood Groves

The same leaves over and over again!
They fall from giving shade above
To make one texture of faded brown
And fit the earth like a leather glove.
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Robert Lee Frost
The Ghost

There stands a City,, neither large nor small,
Its air and situation sweet and pretty;
It matters very little if at all
Whether its denizens are dull or witty,
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Richard Harris Barham
The Germans On The Height Of Hochheim

Abruptly paused the strife; the field throughout
Resting upon his arms each warrior stood,
Checked in the very act and deed of blood,
With breath suspended, like a listening scout.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Haunted By Tigers

NATHAN BEANS and William Lambert were two wild New England boys,
Known from infancy to revel only in forbidden joys.
Many a mother of Nantucket bristled when she heard them come,
With a horrid skulking whistle, tempting her good lad from home.
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John Boyle O'reilly
The Wild Common

The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping,
Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame;
Above them, exultant, the peewits are sweeping:
They are lords of the desolate wastes of sadness their screamings proclaim.
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David Herbert Lawrence
The Beasts In The Tower

Within the precincts of this yard,
Each in his narrow confines barred,
Dwells every beast that can be found
On Afric or on Indian ground.
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Charles Lamb

Charles Lamb
The Excursion - Book Ninth - Discourse Of The Wanderer, And An Evening Visit To The Lake

"To every Form of being is assigned,"
Thus calmly spake the venerable Sage,
"An 'active' Principle: howe'er removed
From sense and observation, it subsists
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
Paradise Lost - Book Vi

All night the dreadless Angel unpursu'd
Through Heav'ns wide Champain held his way, till Morn,
Wak't by the circling Hours, with rosie hand
Unbarr'd the gates of Light. There is a Cave
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John Milton

John Milton
Hermann And Dorothea. In Nine Cantos. - Ii. Terpsichore.

HERMANN.

Then when into the room the well-built son made his entry,
Straightway with piercing glances the minister eyed him intently,
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Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
Book Iii - Part 02 - Nature And Composition Of The Mind

First, then, I say, the mind which oft we call
The intellect, wherein is seated life's
Counsel and regimen, is part no less
Of man than hand and foot and eyes are parts
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Lucretius
Queen Mab: Part I.

HOW wonderful is Death,
Death, and his brother Sleep!
One, pale as yonder waning moon
With lips of lurid blue;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Hermit Of Mont-blanc

High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills,
O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature,
Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign;
An HERMIT'S threshold, carpetted with moss,
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Mary Darby Robinson
The Drunkard

Disease was lurking in the cup!
Disastrous folly mantling there!
For promised joys he quaffed it upâ??
And his were ruin and despair!
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Charles Harpur
Kiama Revisited

WE STOOD by the window and hearkened
To the voice of the runnels sea-driven,
While, northward, the mountain-heads darkened,
Girt round with the clamours of heaven.
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Henry Kendall
Old And New

Long have the poets vaunted, in their lays,
Old times, old loves, old friendships, and old wine
Why should the old monopolise all praise?
Then let the new claim mine.
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Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Ella Wheeler Wilcox