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A dozen poems

For August 31, 2014

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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


Love Missed, by George Jerone Jefferson



sometime love is front of us and we still miss it

I saw you turn away
As my eyes
Held your eyes
For a moment

Complete Poem


A Nocturne, by George Essex Evans



Like weary sea-birds spent with flight
And faltering,
The slow hours beat across the night
On leaden wing.
The wild bird knows where rest shall be

Complete Poem


A Hymn, by James Shirley



O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?

The Sun is now i' the east: each shade

Complete Poem


Letty's Globe, by Charles Tennyson Turner



WHEN Letty had scarce pass'd her third glad year,
And her young artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colour'd sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.

Complete Poem


Orchard, by Hilda "H.D." Doolittle



I saw the first pear
As it fell --
The honey-seeking, golden-banded,
The yellow swarm
Was not more fleet than I,

Complete Poem


Time, by Jasper Mayne



TIME is the feather'd thing,
And, whilst I praise
The sparklings of thy looks and call them rays,
Takes wing,
Leaving behind him as he flies

Complete Poem


`With Death's Prophetic Ear', by John Sandes



Lay my rifle here beside me, set my Bible on my breast,
For a moment let the warning bugles cease;
As the century is closing I am going to my rest,
Lord, lettest Thou Thy servant go in peace.
But loud through all the bugles rings a cadence in mine ear,

Complete Poem


Dawn, by John Ford



FLY hence, shadows, that do keep
Watchful sorrows charm'd in sleep!
Tho' the eyes be overtaken,
Yet the heart doth ever waken
Thoughts chain'd up in busy snares

Complete Poem


Across the Fields to Anne, by Richard Burton



How often in the summer-tide,
His graver business set aside,
Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed,
As to the pipe of Pan,
Stepped blithesomely with lover's pride

Complete Poem


Harbury, by Louise Driscoll



All the men of Harbury go down to the sea in ships,
The wind upon their faces, the salt upon their lips.

The little boys of Harbury when they are laid to sleep,
Dream of masts and cabins and the wonders of the deep.

The women-folk of Harbury have eyes like the sea,

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

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