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A dozen poems

For October 24, 2014

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The Thought of her, by Richard Hovey



My love for thee doth take me unaware,
When most with lesser things my brain is wrought,
As in some nimble interchange of thought
The silence enters, and the talkers stare.
Suddenly I am still and thou art there,

Complete Poem


Neighbor's Flowers, by William Marr



a week ago our neighbor Eddie passed away
this morning I saw the potted flowers on their patio
all drooped and withered

his wife Helen who loves flowers so much
must not have heard the weather report

Complete Poem


Written in Northampton County Asylum, by John Clare



I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.

Complete Poem


The Song of Tigilau, by Marcus Clarke



The song of Tigilau the brave,
Sina's wild lover,
Who across the heaving wave
From Samoa came over:
Came over, Sina, at the setting moon!

Complete Poem


Chloe Divine, by Thomas D'Urfey



CHLOE 's a Nymph in flowery groves,
A Nereid in the streams;
Saint-like she in the temple moves,
A woman in my dreams.

Love steals artillery from her eyes,

Complete Poem


Auld Robin Gray, by Lady Anne Lindsay



WHEN the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
And a' the warld to rest are gane,
The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e,
While my gudeman lies sound by me.

Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride;

Complete Poem


Samela, by Robert Greene



LIKE to Diana in her summer weed,
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,
Goes fair Samela.
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed
When wash'd by Arethusa faint they lie,

Complete Poem


When the Wind is low, by Cale Young Rice



When the wind is low, and the sea is soft,
And the far heat-lightning plays
On the rim of the west where dark clouds nest
On a darker bank of haze;
When I lean o'er the rail with you that I love

Complete Poem


Hymn, by Joseph Addison



THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th' unwearied Sun from day to day

Complete Poem


Say not the Struggle Naught availeth, by Arthur Hugh Clough



SAY not the struggle naught availeth,
The labour and the wounds are vain,
The enemy faints not, nor faileth,
And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;

Complete Poem


Song, by Aphra Behn



LOVE in fantastic triumph sate
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flow'd,
For whom fresh pains he did create
And strange tyrannic power he show'd:
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,

Complete Poem


My Cimmerian Closet, by William August Kobs



There's a place I go to
When the world isn't right,
When the black hounds of day
Start to put up a fight.

A place that's well hidden

Complete Poem

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