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A dozen poemsFor today
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The Wardens of the Seas, by Edwin James Brady
Like star points in the ether to guide a homing soul
Towards God's Eternal Haven; above the wash and roll,
Across and o'er the oceans, on all the coasts they stand
Tall seneschals of commerce, High Wardens of the Strand --
The white lights slowly turning
Complete Poem
Soldiers Strong, by Paul McCann
A soldier's role is very dramatic,
everyday it's more enigmatic.
It was time to do what a man must do,
and there were many many soldiers who
were officers but young bucks out of school,
Complete Poem
Genius Loci, by Margaret L. Woods
PEACE, Shepherd, peace! What boots it singing on?
Since long ago grace-giving Phoebus died,
And all the train that loved the stream-bright side
Of the poetic mount with him are gone
Beyond the shores of Styx and Acheron,
Complete Poem
A Trembling Star, by Ethel Turner
"There is my little trembling star," she said.
I looked; once more
The tender sea had put the sun to bed,
And heaven's floor
Was grey.
Complete Poem
To Coelia, by Charles Cotton
WHEN, Coelia, must my old day set,
And my young morning rise
In beams of joy so bright as yet
Ne'er bless'd a lover's eyes?
My state is more advanced than when
Complete Poem
Song, by John Cutts, Lord Cutts
ONLY tell her that I love:
Leave the rest to her and Fate:
Some kind planet from above
May perhaps her pity move:
Lovers on their stars must wait.--
Complete Poem
My Childhood Home I See Again, by Abraham Lincoln
I
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
Complete Poem
Written in Northampton County Asylum, by John Clare
I AM! yet what I am who cares, or knows?
My friends forsake me like a memory lost.
I am the self-consumer of my woes;
They rise and vanish, an oblivious host,
Shadows of life, whose very soul is lost.
Complete Poem
On the Death of Sir Philip Sidney, by Henry Constable
GIVE pardon, blessed soul, to my bold cries,
If they, importune, interrupt thy song,
Which now with joyful notes thou sing'st among
The angel-quiristers of th' heavenly skies.
Give pardon eke, sweet soul, to my slow eyes,
Complete Poem
Then and Now, by John McCrae
Beneath her window in the fragrant night
I half forget how truant years have flown
Since I looked up to see her chamber-light,
Or catch, perchance, her slender shadow thrown
Upon the casement; but the nodding leaves
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
The Gift, by Cindi Beach
Good morning Christmas, good morning snow
Good morning stars and red velvet bows
Good morning pines, good morning wishes
Good morning peppermint on candy dishes
Good morning ribbons, good morning carols
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