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A dozen poems

For February 9, 2010

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Whilst it is prime, by Edmund Spenser



FRESH Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,
In whose cote-armour richly are displayd
All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayd--
Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd,

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Whisper Soft, by Bob Childs



Take of the seed and stand over it that someday
You become made of wood and pressed into paper

Take of the soil and turn clay into painted beads
To braid into your hair

Take of the sky and cloud--up heavy and dark

Complete Poem


Aubade, by Sir William Davenant



THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest,
And climbing shakes his dewy wings.
He takes this window for the East,
And to implore your light he sings--
Awake, awake! the morn will never rise

Complete Poem


A Jacobite's Epitaph, by Thomas Babington Macaulay, Lord Macaulay



TO my true king I offer'd free from stain
Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain.
For him I threw lands, honours, wealth, away,
And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
For him I languish'd in a foreign clime,

Complete Poem


The Sirens' Song, by William Browne, of Tavistock



STEER, hither steer your winged pines,
All beaten mariners!
Here lie Love's undiscover'd mines,
A prey to passengers--
Perfumes far sweeter than the best

Complete Poem


Laura, by Thomas Campion



ROSE-CHEEK'D Laura, come;
Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's
Silent music, either other
Sweetly gracing.

Lovely forms do flow

Complete Poem


Why, by Bliss Carman



FOR a name unknown,
Whose fame unblown
Sleeps in the hills
For ever and aye;

For her who hears

Complete Poem


The Homeland, by Dana Burnet



My land was the west land; my home was on the hill,
I never think of my land but it makes my heart to thrill;
I never smell the west wind that blows the golden skies,
But old desire is in my feet and dreams are in my eyes.

My home crowned the high land; it had a stately grace.

Complete Poem


Compensation, by William Ellery Leonard



I know the sorrows of the last abyss:
I walked the cold black pools without a star;
I lay on rock of unseen flint and spar;
I heard the execrable serpent hiss;
I dreamed of sun, fruit-tree, and virgin's kiss;

Complete Poem


Fairyland, by Mrs. James Glenny Wilson



Do you remember that careless band,
Riding o'er meadow and wet sea-sand,
One autumn day, in a mist of sunshine,
Joyously seeking for fairyland?

The wind in the tree-tops was scarcely heard,

Complete Poem


Battle Song, by Ebenezer Elliott



DAY, like our souls, is fiercely dark;
What then? 'Tis day!
We sleep no more; the cock crows--hark!
To arms! away!
They come! they come! the knell is rung

Complete Poem


Into a Precipice, by Oyown



Sitting upon a precipice,
Created by the running river
That comes and goings beyond the horizons,

The sun adorning the ripening sky
Without friend to be accompanied by

Complete Poem


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