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A dozen poems

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The Plough, a Landscape in Berkshire, by Richard Henry Horne



ABOVE yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;

Complete Poem


Falling, by Edward Butterfield



I'm falling and there seems to be no ground
Accelerating through air thinking I might drown
Gasp for air cause I feel out of breath
Plunging to this eternal death
This never-ending feeling of unrest

Complete Poem


The Silent Lover i, by Sir Walter Raleigh



PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover

Complete Poem


Lucy Ashton's Song, by Sir Walter Scott



LOOK not thou on beauty's charming;
Sit thou still when kings are arming;
Taste not when the wine-cup glistens;
Speak not when the people listens;
Stop thine ear against the singer;

Complete Poem


An Upper Chamber, by Frances Bannerman



I CAME into the City and none knew me;
None came forth, none shouted 'He is here!
Not a hand with laurel would bestrew me,
All the way by which I drew anear--
Night my banner, and my herald Fear.

Complete Poem


A Birthday, by Christina Georgina Rossetti



My heart is like an apple-tree
MY heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell

Complete Poem


The Resolve, by Alexander Brome



TELL me not of a face that 's fair,
Nor lip and cheek that 's red,
Nor of the tresses of her hair,
Nor curls in order laid,
Nor of a rare seraphic voice

Complete Poem


Mimnermus in Church, by William (Johnson) Cory



YOU promise heavens free from strife,
Pure truth, and perfect change of will;
But sweet, sweet is this human life,
So sweet, I fain would breathe it still;
Your chilly stars I can forgo,

Complete Poem


On His Deceased Wife, by John Milton



METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,

Complete Poem


Scum o' the Earth, by Robert Haven Schauffler



I

At the gate of the West I stand,
On the isle where the nations throng.
We call them "scum o' the earth";

Stay, are we doing you wrong,

Complete Poem


Song, by John Davidson



THE boat is chafing at our long delay,
And we must leave too soon
The spicy sea-pinks and the inborne spray,
The tawny sands, the moon.

Keep us, O Thetis, in our western flight!

Complete Poem


Causeway Bay at Night, by Thobias A. Pereira



The full moon up in Cause-way Bay
Highlighting outline of hills around the Bay:
Outshining towers of lights of many hues,
And clearing the veil of eerie darkness of the night.

A magnificent view from "Rosedale on the park:

Complete Poem

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