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A dozen poems

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O sleep, my Babe, by Sara Coleridge



O SLEEP, my babe, hear not the rippling wave,
Nor feel the breeze that round thee ling'ring strays
To drink thy balmy breath,
And sigh one long farewell.

Soon shall it mourn above thy wat'ry bed,

Complete Poem


Untitled, by Pyr3



Putting on a mask
Winter comes after summer
Wishing for true joy

Complete Poem


Mother, by Theresa Helburn



I have praised many loved ones in my song,
And yet I stand
Before her shrine, to whom all things belong,
With empty hand.

Perhaps the ripening future holds a time

Complete Poem


Give All to Love, by Ralph Waldo Emerson



GIVE all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good fame,
Plans, credit, and the Muse--

Complete Poem


The Plough, a Landscape in Berkshire, by Richard Henry Horne



ABOVE yon sombre swell of land
Thou see'st the dawn's grave orange hue,
With one pale streak like yellow sand,
And over that a vein of blue.

The air is cold above the woods;

Complete Poem


The Poppy, by Francis Thompson



SUMMER set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flush'd print in a poppy there;
Like a yawn of fire from the grass it came,
And the fanning wind puff'd it to flapping flame.

With burnt mouth red like a lion's it drank

Complete Poem


A Devout Lover, by Thomas Randolph



I HAVE a mistress, for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.
Like tapers on the altar shine her eyes;
Her breath is the perfume of sacrifice;
And wheresoe'er my fancy would begin,

Complete Poem


The Sun rises bright in France, by Allan Cunningham



THE sun rises bright in France,
And fair sets he;
But he has tint the blythe blink he had
In my ain countree.

O, it 's nae my ain ruin

Complete Poem


The Lover's Resolution, by George Wither



SHALL I, wasting in despair,
Die because a woman 's fair?
Or make pale my cheeks with care
'Cause another's rosy are?
Be she fairer than the day,

Complete Poem


The White Slave, by Joe Hill



One little girl, fair as a pearl,
Worked every day in a laundry;
All that she made for food she paid,
So she slept on a park bench so soundly;
An old procuress spied her there,

Complete Poem


The Breaking, by Margaret Steele Anderson



(The Lord God speaks to a youth)

Bend now thy body to the common weight!
(But oh, that vine-clad head, those limbs of morn!
Those proud young shoulders I myself made straight!
How shall ye wear the yoke that must be worn?)

Complete Poem


War, by Jennifer Zlomke



Threat of a war
But only of heart
The truth of the soul
Blessing the mark
Swords are drawn

Complete Poem

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