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A dozen poems

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To Helen, by Edgar Allan Poe



HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.

Complete Poem


Last Minute Lovers, by smilinmike Goodliffe



Leaving last night's
Last minute lovers
Far behind
Pass me by
From the judgments of the others

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 Half-asleep, by Thomas Wade



O FOR the mighty wakening that aroused
The old-time Prophets to their missions high;
And to blind Homer's inward sunlike eye
Show'd the heart's universe where he caroused
Radiantly; the Fishers poor unhoused,

Complete Poem


The Poet's Town, by John G. Neihardt



I

'Mid glad green miles of tillage
And fields where cattle graze,
A prosy little village,
You drowse away the days.

Complete Poem


His Books, by Robert Southey



MY days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old:
My never-failing friends are they,

Complete Poem


Aurora, by William Alexander Earl of Stirling



O HAPPY Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap,
And valuest thy wealth, as I my want,
Then need'st thou not--which ah! I grieve to grant--
Repine at Jove, lull'd in his leman's lap:
That golden shower in which he did repose--

Complete Poem


Romance, by Robert Louis Stevenson



I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,

Complete Poem


Washington McNeely, by Edgar Lee Masters



Spoon River Anthology

Rich, honored by my fellow citizens,
The father of many children, born of a noble mother,
All raised there
In the great mansion-house, at the edge of town.

Complete Poem


My Lady's Grave, by Emily Bronte



THE linnet in the rocky dells,
The moor-lark in the air,
The bee among the heather bells
That hide my lady fair:

The wild deer browse above her breast;

Complete Poem


May, by Edward Thurlow, Lord Thurlow



MAY! queen of blossoms,
And fulfilling flowers,
With what pretty music
Shall we charm the hours?
Wilt thou have pipe and reed,

Complete Poem


Sociology Of The Sociopath, by Richard Thomas Cummings



Trepid tears stain their beaded trail
Across arching waves of flesh;
Over shadowed ridges they pour,
Seeping through neurosis' pores.

Grotesque---the gruesome gestures of lore

Complete Poem

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