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A dozen poemsFor today
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To Poesy, by Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon
These vessels of verse, O Great Goddess, are filled with invisible tears,
With the sobs and sweat of my spirit and her desolate brooding for years;
See, I lay them -- not on thine altar, for they are unpolished and plain,
Not rounded enough by the potter, too much burnt in the furnace of pain;
But here in the dust, in the shadow, with a sudden wild leap of the heart
Complete Poem
The gift, by Margaret Pow
I remember manythings
As my life passes by
Happiness, trouble and pain
Love, tears, going insane
I try to imagine
Complete Poem
The Dream, by John Donne
DEAR love, for nothing less than thee
Would I have broke this happy dream;
It was a theme
For reason, much too strong for fantasy.
Therefore thou waked'st me wisely; yet
Complete Poem
Rosalind's Madrigal, by Thomas Lodge
LOVE in my bosom like a bee
Doth suck his sweet:
Now with his wings he plays with me,
Now with his feet.
Within mine eyes he makes his nest,
Complete Poem
Lonely Burial, by Stephen Vincent Benet
There were not many at that lonely place,
Where two scourged hills met in a little plain.
The wind cried loud in gusts, then low again.
Three pines strained darkly, runners in a race
Unseen by any. Toward the further woods
Complete Poem
Elena's Song, by Sir Henry Taylor
QUOTH tongue of neither maid nor wife
To heart of neither wife nor maid--
Lead we not here a jolly life
Betwixt the shine and shade?
e Poem
Answer, by Sir Walter Scott
SOUND, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.
Complete Poem
King Arthur's Waes-hael, by Robert Stephen Hawker
WAES-HAEL for knight and dame!
O merry be their dole!
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name
We fill the tawny bowl;
But cover down the curving crest,
Complete Poem
Anacreontics, The Swallow, by Abraham Cowley
FOOLISH prater, what dost thou
So early at my window do?
Cruel bird, thou'st ta'en away
A dream out of my arms to-day;
A dream that ne'er must equall'd be
Complete Poem
Honour, by Ada Cambridge
Me let the world disparage and despise --
As one unfettered with its gilded chains,
As one untempted by its sordid gains,
Its pleasant vice, its profitable lies;
Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise
Complete Poem
The True Knight, by Stephen Hawes
FOR knighthood is not in the feats of warre,
As for to fight in quarrel right or wrong,
But in a cause which truth can not defarre:
He ought himself for to make sure and strong,
Justice to keep mixt with mercy among:
Complete Poem
The gift, by Margaret Pow
I remember manythings
As my life passes by
Happiness, trouble and pain
Love, tears, going insane
I try to imagine
Complete Poem Copyright
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