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A dozen poems

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Paradox, by John Marshall



In the Blue Grass region
A paradox was born
The corn was full of kernels
And the Colonels full of corn.

Complete Poem


Cold, by Cate Dumez



It was colder than it ought to be in January
But you took my chills and made them go away
The world dug a hole for my heart to be buried
It was you that kept me from falling in
I held my hand out and hoped you'd take it

Complete Poem


Spring Bereaved 2, by William Drummond, of Hawthornden



SWEET Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train,
Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs:
The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain,
The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs.
Thou turn'st, sweet youth, but ah! my pleasant hours

Complete Poem


Old King Cole, by Edward Arlington Robinson



In Tilbury Town did Old King Cole
A wise old age anticipate,
Desiring, with his pipe and bowl,
No Khan's extravagant estate.
No crown annoyed his honest head,

Complete Poem


`Through Pleasant Paths', by James Lionel Michael



Through pleasant paths, through dainty ways,
Love leads my feet;
Where beauty shines with living rays,
Soft, gentle, sweet;
The placid heart at random strays,

Complete Poem


Samela, by Robert Greene



LIKE to Diana in her summer weed,
Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye,
Goes fair Samela.
Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed
When wash'd by Arethusa faint they lie,

Complete Poem


Dominus Illuminatio Mea, by Anonymous



IN the hour of death, after this life's whim,
When the heart beats low, and the eyes grow dim,
And pain has exhausted every limb--
The lover of the Lord shall trust in Him.

When the will has forgotten the lifelong aim,

Complete Poem


The Holy Tide, by Frederick Tennyson



THE days are sad, it is the Holy tide:
The Winter morn is short, the Night is long;
So let the lifeless Hours be glorified
With deathless thoughts and echo'd in sweet song:
And through the sunset of this purple cup

Complete Poem


Maritae Suae, by William Philpot



I

OF all the flowers rising now,
Thou only saw'st the head
Of that unopen'd drop of snow
I placed beside thy bed.

Complete Poem


Miniver Cheevy, by Edwin Arlington Robinson



Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old

Complete Poem


Phillis 1, by Thomas Lodge



MY Phillis hath the morning sun
At first to look upon her;
And Phillis hath morn-waking birds
Her risings still to honour.
My Phillis hath prime-feather'd flowers,

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

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