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A dozen poems

For April 25, 2015

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A Praise of His Lady, by John Heywood



GIVE place, you ladies, and begone!
Boast not yourselves at all!
For here at hand approacheth one
Whose face will stain you all.

The virtue of her lively looks

Complete Poem


Let's Set Our Children Free, by Chris Webster



She took the picture from the wall as tears ran down her cheek,
Then showed the picture all around as she began to speak.
"I'm here to tell her story folks, I feel it should be told,
About this girl with eyes of brown and hair with streaks of gold."

"My one and only daughter, who at sixteen years of age,

Complete Poem


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

Complete Poem


Uriel, by Ralph Waldo Emerson



IT fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.

This was the lapse of Uriel,

Complete Poem


Bushland, by Arthur Patchett Martin



Not sweeter to the storm-tossed mariner
Is glimpse of home, where wife and children wait
To welcome him with kisses at the gate,
Than to the town-worn man the breezy stir
Of mountain winds on rugged pathless heights:

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


Laudabunt Alii, by Ernest Currie



There are some that long for a limpid lake by a blue Italian shore,
Or a palm-grove out where the rollers break and the coral beaches roar;
There are some for the land of the Japanee, and the tea-girls' twinkling feet;
And some for the isles of the summer sea, afloat in the dancing heat;
And others are exiles all their days, midst black or white or brown,

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


Love knocks at the Door, by John Hall Wheelock



In the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
"Let in -- let in --" I said.

"What seek you here?" the voices cried,

Complete Poem


Spring in Carmel, by George Sterling



O'er Carmel fields in the springtime the sea-gulls follow the plow.
White, white wings on the blue above!
White were your brow and breast, O Love!
But I cannot see you now.
Tireless ever the Mission swallow

Complete Poem


The Child in Me, by May Riley Smith



She follows me about my House of Life
(This happy little ghost of my dead Youth!)
She has no part in Time's relentless strife
She keeps her old simplicity and truth --
And laughs at grim Mortality,

Complete Poem


Untitled Poem, by Anonymous



Words and thoughts, left unsaid,
Deeds and things, left undid.
We come and go, placing ourselves outside
The hearts and lives others. They try and try, but still we run and hide.

Why is it that we hold out on those who mean the most?

Complete Poem

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