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A dozen poems

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The Happiest Heart, by John Vance Cheney



Who drives the horses of the sun
Shall lord it but a day;
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.

The rust will find the sword of fame,

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


Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson



GIVE all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse--

Complete Poem


To the Cuckoo, by John Logan



HAIL, beauteous stranger of the grove!
Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,
And woods thy welcome ring.

What time the daisy decks the green,

Complete Poem


Jessie, by Thomas Edward Brown



WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast,
And yields the golden keys,
Then is it as if God caress'd
Twin babes upon His knees--
Twin babes that, each to other press'd,

Complete Poem


As in the Midst of Battle there is Room, by George Santayana



As in the midst of battle there is room
For thoughts of love, and in foul sin for mirth;
As gossips whisper of a trinket's worth
Spied by the death-bed's flickering candle-gloom;
As in the crevices of Caesar's tomb

Complete Poem


May, by Edward Thurlow, Lord Thurlow



MAY! queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,

Complete Poem


Jolly Good Ale and Old, by William Stevenson



I CANNOT eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,

Complete Poem


Song, by Sir George Etherege



LADIES, though to your conquering eyes
Love owes his chiefest victories,
And borrows those bright arms from you
With which he does the world subdue,
Yet you yourselves are not above

Complete Poem


The Chatelaine, by M. A. Sinclair



I have built one, so have you;
Paved with marble, domed with blue,
Battlement and ladies' bower,
Donjon keep and watchman's tower.

I have climbed, as you have done,

Complete Poem


Invocation, by Clara Shanafelt



O Glass-Blower of time,
Hast blown all shapes at thy fire?
Canst thou no lovelier bell,
No clearer bubble, clear as delight, inflate me --
Worthy to hold such wine

Complete Poem


The Red Winged Blackbird, by Kate Watkins Furman



It's said that once, long, long ago,
When Christ had come to die,
The Blackbird saw Him on the cross
And wouldn't pass Him by.

He landed there, beside Our Lord

Complete Poem

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