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A dozen poems

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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


I Think Now That I Should Stop, by Adya



I think now,
that I should stop;
the feeling's gone
the rhythm has left my tongue.

I have much to do,

Complete Poem


The Which's Ballad, by William Bell Scott



O, I hae come from far away,
From a warm land far away,
A southern land across the sea,
With sailor-lads about the mast,
Merry and canny, and kind to me.

Complete Poem


When the World is burning, by Ebenezer Jones



WHEN the world is burning,
Fired within, yet turning
Round with face unscathed;
Ere fierce flames, uprushing,
O'er all lands leap, crushing,

Complete Poem


Philomel, by Richard Barnefield



AS it fell upon a day
In the merry month of May,
Sitting in a pleasant shade
Which a grove of myrtles made,
Beasts did leap and birds did sing,

Complete Poem


Sweet Content, by Thomas Dekker



ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd?
O punishment!
Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vex'd

Complete Poem


A Song for St. Cecilia's Day, by John Dryden



FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,
And could not heave her head,

Complete Poem


The Ride to the Lady, by Helen Gray Cone



"Now since mine even is come at last, --
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel, --
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!

Complete Poem


The Bitter Herb, by Jeanne Robert Foster



O bitter herb, Forgetfulness,
I search for you in vain;
You are the only growing thing
Can take away my pain.

When I was young, this bitter herb

Complete Poem


Serenade, by Aubrey De Vere



SOFTLY, O midnight Hours!
Move softly o'er the bowers
Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!
For ye have power, men say,
Our hearts in sleep to sway,

Complete Poem


I'll never love Thee more, by James Graham, Marquis of Montrose



MY dear and only Love, I pray
That little world of thee
Be govern'd by no other sway
Than purest monarchy;
For if confusion have a part

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

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