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A dozen poems

For May 24, 2013

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Fifty Years Spent, by Maxwell Struthers Burt



Fifty years spent before I found me,
Wind on my mouth and the taste of the rain,
Where the great hills circled and swept around me
And the torrents leapt to the mist-drenched plain;
Ah, it was long this coming of me

Complete Poem


Free, by Geneva Hankerson



The eagle flies free in the sky
The coyote runs free in the woods
Oh! Brothers & Sisters
That was our life, free, with the winds
Free to do what we pleased,

Complete Poem


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


Against Indifference, by Charles Webbe



MORE love or more disdain I crave;
Sweet, be not still indifferent:
O send me quickly to my grave,
Or else afford me more content!
Or love or hate me more or less,

Complete Poem


Ode To the Pious Memory of the accomplished young lady, Mrs. Anne Killigrew, excellent in the two sister arts of Poesy and Painting, by John Dryden



THOU youngest virgin-daughter of the skies,
Made in the last promotion of the blest;
Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise,
In spreading branches more sublimely rise,
Rich with immortal green above the rest:

Complete Poem


Mother, by Theresa Helburn



I have praised many loved ones in my song,
And yet I stand
Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
With empty hand.

Perhaps the ripening future holds a time

Complete Poem


Virtue, by George Herbert



SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright!
The bridal of the earth and sky--
The dew shall weep thy fall to-night;
For thou must die.

Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave

Complete Poem


The Fairies, by William Allingham



UP the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,

Complete Poem


To a New York Shop-Girl dressed for Sunday, by Anna Hempstead Branch



To-day I saw the shop-girl go
Down gay Broadway to meet her beau.

Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,
She spread abroad and took the street.

And all that niceness would forbid,

Complete Poem


The Blessed Damozel, by Dante Gabriel Rossetti



THE blessed Damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,

Complete Poem


The Dead at Clonmacnois, by T. W. Rolleston



From the Irish of Angus O'Gillam

IN a quiet water'd land, a land of roses,
Stands Saint Kieran's city fair;
And the warriors of Erin in their famous generations
Slumber there.

Complete Poem


Neighbor's Flowers, by William Marr



a week ago our neighbor Eddie passed away
this morning I saw the potted flowers on their patio
all drooped and withered

his wife Helen who loves flowers so much
must not have heard the weather report

Complete Poem

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