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A dozen poems

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Choice, by Angela Morgan



I'd rather have the thought of you
To hold against my heart,
My spirit to be taught of you
With west winds blowing,
Than all the warm caresses

Complete Poem


I Cannot, by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie



I cannot give up my soul
Thats what makes me who I am

I cannot give up my dignity
Thats what makes me get my respect from

I cannot give up my mind

Complete Poem


Hymn, by Joseph Addison



THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th' unwearied Sun from day to day

Complete Poem


Serenade, by Aubrey De Vere



SOFTLY, O midnight Hours!
Move softly o'er the bowers
Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!
For ye have power, men say,
Our hearts in sleep to sway,

Complete Poem


Werena my Heart's licht I wad dee, by Lady Grisel Baillie



THERE ance was a may, and she lo'ed na men;
She biggit her bonnie bow'r doun in yon glen;
But now she cries, Dool and a well-a-day!
Come doun the green gait and come here away!

When bonnie young Johnnie cam owre the sea,

Complete Poem


Ode, by Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy



WE are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,

Complete Poem


Reunited, by Gilbert Parker



WHEN you and I have play'd the little hour,
Have seen the tall subaltern Life to Death
Yield up his sword; and, smiling, draw the breath,
The first long breath of freedom; when the flower
Of Recompense hath flutter'd to our feet,

Complete Poem


Grey Rocks, and Greyer Sea, by Charles G. D. Roberts



Grey rocks, and greyer sea,
And surf along the shore --
And in my heart a name
My lips shall speak no more.

The high and lonely hills

Complete Poem


Autumn, by Jean Start Untermeyer



(For my Mother)

How memory cuts away the years,
And how clean the picture comes
Of autumn days, brisk and busy;
Charged with keen sunshine.

Complete Poem


A Queen of Yore, by Will. H. Ogilvie



Slowly she hobbles past the town, grown old at heart and gray;
With misty eyes she stumbles down along the well-known way;
She sees her maiden march unrolled by billabong and bend,
And every gum's a comrade old and every oak's a friend;
But gone the smiling faces that welcomed her of yore --

Complete Poem


"Grandmither, think not I forget", by Willa Sibert Cather



Grandmither, think not I forget, when I come back to town,
An' wander the old ways again, an' tread them up and down.
I never smell the clover bloom, nor see the swallows pass,
Wi'out I mind how good ye were unto a little lass;
I never hear the winter rain a-pelting all night through

Complete Poem


The weed, by Abigail M. Wright



I am the weed
that grows amongst the dandelions
my leaves wilt now-
the brilliance of this yellow
drown out my light.

Complete Poem

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