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A dozen poems

For September 2, 2014

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The Young May Moon, by Thomas Moore



THE young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow-worm's lamp is gleaming, love;
How sweet to rove
Through Morna's grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!

Complete Poem


Sociology Of The Sociopath, by Richard Thomas Cummings



Trepid tears stain their beaded trail
Across arching waves of flesh;
Over shadowed ridges they pour,
Seeping through neurosis' pores.

Grotesque---the gruesome gestures of lore

Complete Poem


Life, by John Hall Wheelock



Life burns us up like fire,
And Song goes up in flame:
The radiant body smoulders
To the ashes whence it came.

Out of things it rises

Complete Poem


The Cottage, by Robert Graves



Here in turn succeed and rule
Carter, smith, and village fool,
Then again the place is known
As tavern, shop, and Sunday-school;
Now somehow it's come to me

Complete Poem


A Rose, by Sir Richard Fanshawe



BLOWN in the morning, thou shalt fade ere noon.
What boots a life which in such haste forsakes thee?
Thou'rt wondrous frolic, being to die so soon,
And passing proud a little colour makes thee.
If thee thy brittle beauty so deceives,

Complete Poem


Praise of Women, by Robert Mannyng of Brunne



NO thyng ys to man so dere
As wommanys love in gode manere.
A gode womman is mannys blys,
There her love right and stedfast ys.
There ys no solas under hevene

Complete Poem


The Reconcilement, by John Sheffield, Duke of Buckinghamshire



COME, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove

Complete Poem


His Pilgrimage, by Sir Walter Raleigh



GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,
My scrip of joy, immortal diet,
My bottle of salvation,
My gown of glory, hope's true gage;

Complete Poem


The Shadow, by Ben Jonson



FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women truly, then,

Complete Poem


A Night in Italy, by Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of Lytton



SWEET are the rosy memories of the lips
That first kiss'd ours, albeit they kiss no more:
Sweet is the sight of sunset-sailing ships,
Altho' they leave us on a lonely shore:
Sweet are familiar songs, tho' Music dips

Complete Poem


What the Bullet sang, by Bret Harte



O JOY of creation,
To be!
O rapture, to fly
And be free!
Be the battle lost or won,

Complete Poem


Over the Edge, by Scott Urban



Two were silent and still
ignoring the others pain.
Two were silent and still
together on different planes.

Treading softly

Complete Poem

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