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A dozen poems

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Rivals, by William Walsh



OF all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Of all the plagues a lover bears,
Sure rivals are the worst!
By partners in each other kind

Complete Poem


My Missing Yawn, by Izzy A. Tripper



Last night when I went to bed,
I'm quite sure I had a yawn,
But in the morning when I woke up
I found that it was gone.
That pesky critter just disappeared

Complete Poem


The Rosary, by Robert Cameron Rogers



The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
Are as a string of pearls to me;
I count them over, every one apart,
My rosary.

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,

Complete Poem


Sonnets ix, by William Shakespeare



FAREWELL! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?

Complete Poem


Invictus, by William Ernest Henley



OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

Complete Poem


Little Things, by Orrick Johns



There's nothing very beautiful and nothing very gay
About the rush of faces in the town by day,
But a light tan cow in a pale green mead,
That is very beautiful, beautiful indeed . . .
And the soft March wind and the low March mist

Complete Poem


A Garden Song, by Henry Austin Dobson



HERE in this sequester'd close
Bloom the hyacinth and rose,
Here beside the modest stock
Flaunts the flaring hollyhock;
Here, without a pang, one sees

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


Song, by Sir George Etherege



LADIES, though to your conquering eyes
Love owes his chiefest victories,
And borrows those bright arms from you
With which he does the world subdue,
Yet you yourselves are not above

Complete Poem


Song, by George Darley



SWEET in her green dell the flower of beauty slumbers,
Lull'd by the faint breezes sighing through her hair;
Sleeps she and hears not the melancholy numbers
Breathed to my sad lute 'mid the lonely air.

Down from the high cliffs the rivulet is teeming

Complete Poem


Love and Age, by Thomas Love Peacock



I PLAY'D with you 'mid cowslips blowing,
When I was six and you were four;
When garlands weaving, flower-balls throwing,
Were pleasures soon to please no more.
Through groves and meads, o'er grass and heather,

Complete Poem


World War II: To My Beloved Father, by Michelle Koerssen



Dear Father,

For the sake of Canada you have died.
For the love of God you have finished the race
I grieved over the poppies of your grave
I looked out the window day by day for your return

Complete Poem

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