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A dozen poems

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Songs for my Mother, by Anna Hempstead Branch



I. Her Hands

My mother's hands are cool and fair,
They can do anything.
Delicate mercies hide them there
Like flowers in the spring.

Complete Poem


The Farm, by Sherry Asbury



If you hike in the Oregon outback,
You will come across it unexpectedly.
Old scabrous house is a lonely site.
crooked and rotted, under a tree.

The land around the house

Complete Poem


To His Forsaken Mistress, by Sir Robert Ayton



I DO confess thou'rt smooth and fair,
And I might have gone near to love thee,
Had I not found the slightest prayer
That lips could move, had power to move thee;
But I can let thee now alone

Complete Poem


The Poppy, by Francis Thompson



SUMMER set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flush'd print in a poppy there;
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank

Complete Poem


The Path that leads to Nowhere, by Corinne Roosevelt Robinson



There's a path that leads to Nowhere
In a meadow that I know,
Where an inland island rises
And the stream is still and slow;
There it wanders under willows

Complete Poem


The Phoenix, by Arthur Christopher Benson



BY feathers green, across Casbeen
The pilgrims track the Phoenix flown,
By gems he strew'd in waste and wood,
And jewell'd plumes at random thrown.

Till wandering far, by moon and star,

Complete Poem


How can the Heart forget her?, Davison's Poetical Rhapsody, by F. or W. Davison



AT her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted--
Say, shall she go?

Complete Poem


O were my Love yon Lilac fair, by Robert Burns



O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn

Complete Poem


That Holy Thing, by George MacDonald



THEY all were looking for a king
To slay their foes and lift them high:
Thou cam'st, a little baby thing
That made a woman cry.

O Son of Man, to right my lot

Complete Poem


Song Written at Sea, in the First Dutch War (1665), the night before an Engagement., by Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset



TO all you ladies now at land
We men at sea indite;
But first would have you understand
How hard it is to write:
The Muses now, and Neptune too,

Complete Poem


Ubique, by Joshua Sylvester



WERE I as base as is the lowly plain,
And you, my Love, as high as heaven above,
Yet should the thoughts of me, your humble swain,
Ascend to heaven in honour of my love.
Were I as high as heaven above the plain,

Complete Poem


Untitled, by Jonathan Martin



See how one progresses, see how one falls
See how one can enter in, with hope on heart
Then learn their fate when time passes all
See how one fluctuates a life in art
And another of academic betrayal

Complete Poem

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