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A dozen poems

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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

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