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A dozen poems
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Beyond Rathkelly, by Francis Carlin
As I went over the Far Hill,
Just beyond Rathkelly,
-- Och, to be on the Far Hill
O'er Newtonstewart Town!
As I went over the Far Hill
Poetry To A Rose: The Rainy Day, by Deborah Berry
The day dawned gray, wet from the night's black rain
And she hung, heavily, her delicate limbs strained.
Bright petticoats ruined from the unmerciful, watery lash,
Rips running through her silks that the pelting onslaught slashed.
Only her leaves seem content under the wet, oppressive sky.
Alexander Throckmorton, by Edgar Lee Masters
Spoon River Anthology
In youth my wings were strong and tireless,
But I did not know the mountains.
In age I knew the mountains
But my weary wings could not follow my vision --
Of his Dear Son, Gervase, by Sir John Beaumont
DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
To me was like a friendship, far above
The course of nature or his tender age;
Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage:
Let his pure soul, ordain'd seven years to be
My Grief on the Sea, from the Irish, by Douglas Hyde
MY grief on the sea,
How the waves of it roll!
For they heave between me
And the love of my soul!
Abandon'd, forsaken,
The Inverted Torch, by Edith M. Thomas
Threading a darksome passage all alone,
The taper's flame, by envious current blown,
Crouched low, and eddied round, as in affright,
So challenged by the vast and hostile night,
Then down I held the taper; -- swift and fain
Beauty Bathing, by Anthony Munday
BEAUTY sat bathing by a spring,
Where fairest shades did hide her;
The winds blew calm, the birds did sing,
The cool streams ran beside her.
My wanton thoughts enticed mine eye
Kew Gardens, by Julian Duffus
This a mystery of Moon
Where silver shadows cast by cactus burr
The shallow fish flash steam
Reflect the jungle ambience of place
Out side the lawn guarded by the Queen's Beasts
Prayers, by Henry Charles Beeching
GOD who created me
Nimble and light of limb,
In three elements free,
To run, to ride, to swim:
Not when the sense is dim,
Werena my Heart's licht I wad dee, by Lady Grisel Baillie
THERE ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;
She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;
But now she cries, Dool and a well-a-day!
Come doun the green gait and come here away!
When bonnie young Johnnie cam owre the sea,
Evensong, by Ridgely Torrence
Beauty calls and gives no warning,
Shadows rise and wander on the day.
In the twilight, in the quiet evening,
We shall rise and smile and go away.
Over the flaming leaves
Who Am I?, by Sarah Kee
Who am I?
The monster under your bed.
Who am I?
The voice inside your head.
Who am I?
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