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A dozen poems

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Bridal Song, by George Chapman



O COME, soft rest of cares! come, Night!
Come, naked Virtue's only tire,
The reaped harvest of the light
Bound up in sheaves of sacred fire.
Love calls to war:

Complete Poem


The Angel of Death sleeps beside me, by Jean Jones



At night, her black hair, and dark eyes
Stare at me like photographs I have
Hanging from the wall, she is a skull
Grinning constantly at me, she is smiling
And her eyes flash every time she stares at me

Complete Poem


The Ninety and Nine, by Rose Elizabeth Smith



There are ninety and nine that work and die,
In hunger and want and cold,
That one may revel in luxury,
And be lapped in the silken fold.
And ninety and nine in their hovels bare,

Complete Poem


A Litany, by Phineas Fletcher



DROP, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet
Which brought from Heaven
The news and Prince of Peace:
Cease not, wet eyes,

Complete Poem


A Pedlar, by John Dowland



FINE knacks for ladies! cheap, choice, brave, and new,
Good pennyworths--but money cannot move:
I keep a fair but for the Fair to view--
A beggar may be liberal of love.
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true,

Complete Poem


The Maid's Lament, by Walter Savage Landor



I LOVED him not; and yet now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check'd him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
Alas! I would not check.
For reasons not to love him once I sought,

Complete Poem


A Garden Song, by Henry Austin Dobson



HERE in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees

Complete Poem


The Old Familiar Faces, by Charles Lamb



I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions,
In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days--
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing,
Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies--

Complete Poem


An Invitation, by Alfred Domett



Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,
All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science,
All that Logic can prove or disprove be avowed:
Is there room for no faith -- though such Evil intrude --
In the dominance still of a Spirit of Good?

Complete Poem


He fell among Thieves, by Henry Newbolt



'YE have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end,
Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead:
What will ye more of your guest and sometime friend?'
'Blood for our blood,' they said.

He laugh'd: 'If one may settle the score for five,

Complete Poem


On a Girdle, by Edmund Waller



THAT which her slender waist confined
Shall now my joyful temples bind;
No monarch but would give his crown
His arms might do what this has done.

It was my Heaven's extremest sphere,

Complete Poem


arise (Free verse), by daniella



Rising from odd years sleep,
I am told to turn and await the coming.
Folding hands from habit, facing a northern sky,
reaching beyond my horizon,
across the waters, out of the boat,

Complete Poem

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