VERSE POEMS

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Studio Composition

Cup of Words

Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
The Dilettante: A Modern Type

He scribbles some in prose and verse,
And now and then he prints it;
He paints a little,-gathers some
Of Nature's gold and mints it.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Sonnet 13

XIII

To Mr. H. Lawes, on his Aires.

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John Milton

John Milton
The Norman Boy

High on a broad unfertile tract of forest-skirted Down,
Nor kept by Nature for herself, nor made by man his own,
From home and company remote and every playful joy,
Served, tending a few sheep and goats, a ragged Norman Boy.
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
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

William Shakespeare
Langueur [english]

I am the Empire in the last of its decline,
That sees the tall, fair-haired Barbarians pass,-the while
Composing indolent acrostics, in a style
Of gold, with languid sunshine dancing in each line.
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Paul Verlaine

Paul Verlaine
The Sonnets Cv - Let Not My Love Be Call'd Idolatry

Let not my love be call'd idolatry,
Nor my beloved as an idol show,
Since all alike my songs and praises be
To one, of one, still such, and ever so.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Dylan

And is it not a gesture grand
To drink oneself to death?
Oh sure 'tis I can understand,
Being of sober breath.
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Robert William Service
Struggle

The life-saving ocean you are only struggling
The struggle of a struggling man will one day
reach the peak of success
truth verse
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Murari Lal

Murari Lal
Pantoum Of The Great Depression

Our lives avoided tragedy
Simply by going on and on,
Without end and with little apparent meaning.
Oh, there were storms and small catastrophes.
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Donald Justice
In Memory Of W.b. Yeats

I

He disappeared in the dead of winter:
The brooks were frozen, the airports almost deserted,
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W. H. Auden

W. H. Auden
I Have A White Rose To Tend (verse Xxxix)

I have a white rose to tend
In July as in January;
I give it to the true friend
Who offers his frank hand to me.
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Jose Marti
Denial

When my devotions could not pierce
Thy silent ears;
Then was my heart broken, as was my verse:
My breast was full of fears
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George Herbert

George Herbert
Endymion: Book I

ENDYMION.

A Poetic Romance.

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John Keats

John Keats
Religio Laici

Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Dove

In Virgil's Sacred Verse we find,
That Passion can depress or raise
The Heav'nly, as the Human Mind:
Who dare deny what Virgil says?
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Matthew Prior

Matthew Prior
Loving In Truth, And Fain In Verse My Love To Show

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That She, dear She, might take some pleasure of my pain,
-Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know,
Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain-
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Sir Philip Sidney

Sir Philip Sidney
Antiphon (i)

Chorus: Let all the world in ev'ry corner sing
'My God and King.'

Verse: The heav'ns are not too high,
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George Herbert

George Herbert
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
Sonnet 021: So Is It Not With Me As With That Muse

So is it not with me as with that muse,
Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,
Who heaven it self for ornament doth use
And every fair with his fair doth rehearse,
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
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

Percy Bysshe Shelley
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

George Wither
The Flower And The Leaf: Or, The Lady In The Arbour.[1]

A VISION.


Now turning from the wintry signs, the sun,
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John Dryden

John Dryden
The Brewing Of Soma

The fagots blazed, the caldron's smoke
Up through the green wood curled;
'Bring honey from the hollow oak,
Bring milky sap,' the brewers spoke,
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John Greenleaf Whittier

John Greenleaf Whittier
Illustrated Books And Newspapers

Discourse was deemed Man's noblest attribute,
And written words the glory of his hand;
Then followed Printing with enlarged command
For thought, dominion vast and absolute
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William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth
August Moon

Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
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Emma Lazarus

Emma Lazarus
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
Fragment: Thoughts Come And Go In Solitude

My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,
The verse that would invest them melts away
Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day:
How beautiful they were, how firm they stood,
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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Pour Out Your Sorrows, My Heart (verse Xlvi)

Pour out your sorrows, my heart,
But let none discover where;
For my pride makes me forbear
My heart's sorrows to impart.
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Jose Marti
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
Welcome, Dear Heart, And A Most Kind Good-morrow

Welcome, dear Heart, and a most kind good-morrow;
The day is gloomy, but our looks shall shine:รข??
Flowers I have none to give thee, but I borrow
Their sweetness in a verse to speak for thine.
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Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood
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

Walt Whitman
An Ode On The Popular Superstitions Of The Highlands Of Scotland, Considered As The Subject Of Poetr

Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long
Have seen thee ling'ring with a fond delay
'Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day,
Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
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William Collins
Pictures From Theocritus

FROM IDYL I.

Goat-herd, how sweet above the lucid spring
The high pines wave with breezy murmuring!
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William Lisle Bowles
Not Every Day Fit For Verse

'Tis not ev'ry day that I
Fitted am to prophesy:
No, but when the spirit fills
The fantastic pannicles,
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Robert Herrick
Trapped Dingo

So here, twisted in steel, and spoiled with red
your sunlight hide, smelling of death and fear,
they crushed out your throat the terrible song
you sang in the dark ranges. With what crying
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Judith Wright
Soul

My mournful soul, you, sorrowing
For all my friends around,
You have become the burial vault
Of all those hounded down.
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Boris Pasternak

Boris Pasternak
The Low-down White

This is the pay-day up at the mines, when the bearded brutes come down;
There's money to burn in the streets to-night, so I've sent my klooch to town,
With a haggard face and a ribband of red entwined in her hair of brown.

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Robert Service

Robert Service
To Mrs. Unwin

Mary! I want a lyre with other strings,
Such aid from heaven as some have feigned they drew.
An eloquence scarce given to mortals, new
And undebased by praise of meaner things,
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William Cowper

William Cowper
The Two Shades.

Along that gloomy river's brim,
Where Charon plies the ceaseless oar,
Two mighty Shadows, dusk and dim,
Stood lingering on the dismal shore.
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Samuel Griswold Goodrich
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
The Message

To you, my comrades, whether far or near,
I send this message. Let our past revive;
Come, sound reveille to our hearts once more.
Expecting, I shall wait till at my door
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Elizabeth Stoddard

Elizabeth Stoddard
Endymion: Book Iii

There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats

John Keats
Let Zeus

I

I say, I am quite done,
quite done with this;
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H. D.
Verse By Taj Mahomed

When first I loved, I gave my very soul
Utterly unreserved to Love's control,
But Love deceived me, wrenched my youth away
And made the gold of life for ever grey.
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Laurence Hope (adela Florence Cory Nicolson)
Epistle To Dr. Blacklock

ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie!
And are ye hale, and weel and cantie?
I ken'd it still, your wee bit jauntie
Wad bring ye to:
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Robert Burns

Robert Burns
Sonnet 038: How Can My Muse Want Subject To Invent

How can my Muse want subject to invent
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
Past Ruin'd Ilion Helen Lives,

Past ruin'd Ilion Helen lives,
Alcestis rises from the shades;
Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives
Immortal youth to mortal maids.
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Walter Savage Landor

Walter Savage Landor
Sonnet 054: O, How Much More Doth Beauty Beauteous Seem

O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give!
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare
A Basket Of Flowers, From Dawn To Dusk

Dawn


On skies still and starlit
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Adam Lindsay Gordon

Adam Lindsay Gordon