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A dozen poems

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A Hymn, by James Shirley



O FLY, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?

The Sun is now i' the east: each shade

Complete Poem


Red Roses, by Anne Christian



These red tears run down my wrists, falling onto a forgotten floor, laying in a pool of lost hope.
And it could have been a maddened angel who stole the virgins fate. No one will ever know, because no one ever cared.
And these red petals will continue to fill my outstretched palms, the thorns my back.
And I will transcend into oblivion, nothing more than an evaporating mist.

Complete Poem


The Black Vulture, by George Sterling



Aloof upon the day's immeasured dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
The eagle's empire and the falcon's home --
Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;

Complete Poem


To One persuading a Lady to Marriage, by Katherine Philips ('Orinda')



FORBEAR, bold youth; all 's heaven here,
And what you do aver
To others courtship may appear,
'Tis sacrilege to her.
She is a public deity;

Complete Poem


On His Deceased Wife, by John Milton



METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,

Complete Poem


The Clematis, by Alexander Bathgate



Fair crown of stars of purest ray,
Hung aloft on Mapau tree,
What floral beauties ye display,
Stars of snowy purity;
Around the dark-leaved mapau's head

Complete Poem


To Mistress Margery Wentworth, by John Skelton



WITH margerain gentle,
The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
Is of your maidenhead.
Plainly I cannot glose;

Complete Poem


`With Death's Prophetic Ear', by John Sandes



Lay my rifle here beside me, set my Bible on my breast,
For a moment let the warning bugles cease;
As the century is closing I am going to my rest,
Lord, lettest Thou Thy servant go in peace.
But loud through all the bugles rings a cadence in mine ear,

Complete Poem


King Arthur's Waes-hael, by Robert Stephen Hawker



WAES-HAEL for knight and dame!
O merry be their dole!
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name
We fill the tawny bowl;
But cover down the curving crest,

Complete Poem


The Child in Me, by May Riley Smith



She follows me about my House of Life
(This happy little ghost of my dead Youth!)
She has no part in Time's relentless strife
She keeps her old simplicity and truth --
And laughs at grim Mortality,

Complete Poem


The Banks o' Doon, by Robert Burns



YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye blume sae fair!
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae fu' o' care!

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird,

Complete Poem


Untitled, by Aileen Vasquez



They tell me if you wish hard enough you can find the peace of the ocean-
The whisper of the rolling waves and melodious crashes-
The warmth of dry sand that you allow to embrace your body while napping-
The tranquility of a city sky, that if you could turn down the volume, would put a blanket of peace over the anger and violence below.
The light-headed feeling-

Complete Poem

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