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A Summer Poem by Jayanta Mahapatra

A Summer Poem by Jayanta Mahapatra

Over the soughing of the sombre windpriests chant louder than ever;the mouth of India opens.Crocodiles move into deeper waters.Mornings of heated middenssmoke under the sun.The ...

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TO SUMMER POEM BY WILLIAM BLAKE

TO SUMMER POEM BY WILLIAM BLAKE

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer, Oft pitched'st here thy ...

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A Summer Love Poem by Nikki Giovanni

A Summer Love Poem by Nikki Giovanni

Clouds float by on a summer sky I hop scotch over to youRainbows arch from ground to gold I climb over to youThunder grumbles, lightning tumbles And I bounce over to youSun beams ...

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BOOK FOURTH (SUMMER VACATION) POEM BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

BOOK FOURTH (SUMMER VACATION) POEM BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's ...

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BOOK FOURTH (SUMMER VACATION) POEM BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

BOOK FOURTH (SUMMER VACATION) POEM BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

BRIGHT was the summer's noon when quickening steps Followed each other till a dreary moor Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top Standing alone, as from a rampart's ...

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SONNET 18: SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY? POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

SONNET 18: SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY? POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. ...

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SONNET XVII: SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

SONNET XVII: SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY POEM BY WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. ...

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Oak And The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem by William Wordsworth

Oak And The Broom, The: A Pastoral Poem by William Wordsworth

I His simple truths did Andrew glean Beside the babbling rills, A careful student he had been Among the woods and hills. One winter's night, when through the trees The wind was ...

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To The Daisy (First Poem) by William Wordsworth

To The Daisy (First Poem) by William Wordsworth

Her divine skill taught me this, That from every thing I saw I could some instruction draw, And raise pleasure to the height Through the meanest objects sight. By the murmur of ...

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Michael: A Pastoral Poem by William Wordsworth

Michael: A Pastoral Poem by William Wordsworth

If from the public way you turn your steps Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll, You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle, in such bold ascent ...

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Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers

Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people aboundOne thinks there were the ages of stone and the age ofbronzeAnd the iron age, iron the unstable metal,Steel made of iron, unstable as his ...

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Negative Poem by Abdul Wahab

Negative Poem by Abdul Wahab

The fruits hanging from the branchesOf your tree, evoke in my heart an emotionPeople With contempt call it jealousyAnd I too wished to have someExactly like that of you I grew ...

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Earlier Poems : Autumn by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Earlier Poems : Autumn by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoyLife's newness, and earth's garniture spread ...

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Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell,And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent lapse came down,The glory, that the wood ...

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Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows,Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the ...

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Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When winter winds are piercing chill,And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill,That overbrows the lonely vale. O'er the bare upland, and ...

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Summer Festival by Gajanan Mishra

Summer Festival by Gajanan Mishra

Are you taking the pleasure of summerHere within this AC chamberWhere there is fifty degree celcious? Where common people areDying in hunger and in thirst/From where people ...

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A Midsummer Noon In The Australian Forest by Charles Harpur

A Midsummer Noon In The Australian Forest by Charles Harpur

A MIDSUMMER NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods. Even the grasshoppers ...

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Seven Poems by John Masefield

Seven Poems by John Masefield

I Here in the self is all that man can know Of Beauty, all the wonder, all the power, All the unearthly colour, all the glow, Here in the self which withers like a flower; ...

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Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

Within And Without: Part Iv: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

And should the twilight darken into night, And sorrow grow to anguish, be thou strong; Thou art in God, and nothing can go wrong Which a fresh life-pulse cannot set aright. ...

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Within And Without: Part Iii: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

Within And Without: Part Iii: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

And weep not, though the Beautiful decay Within thy heart, as daily in thine eyes; Thy heart must have its autumn, its pale skies, Leading, mayhap, to winter's dim dismay. Yet ...

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On Reading Poems Of R. L. Stevenson by Francis Duggan

On Reading Poems Of R. L. Stevenson by Francis Duggan

In the heart of ageing fellow there was still the little boyIn his bed and on the blankets playing with his soldier toyStevenson the great poet and author for long years at ...

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John Shaw Neilson Wrote Poems by Francis Duggan

John Shaw Neilson Wrote Poems by Francis Duggan

John Shaw Neilson wrote poems of the country out thereHome to wallaby, roo and brolga and in Summer often whereThe voice of the brown creek for months on end is stillIn that flat ...

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RAMESH T A POEMS

RAMESH T A POEMS

1. Rolling Stones Gather No Moss! 2. An Erstwhile Colonial French Town! 3. Love Is Incredible Ever In Life! 4. Trustworthiness Of Loving Heart! 5. Development Based ...

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The Ninth Secret Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

The Ninth Secret Poem by Guillaume Apollinaire

I worship your fleece which is the perfect triangle Of the GoddessI am the lumberjack of the only virgin forest O my EldoradoI am the only fish in your voluptuous ...

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Two Poems From The War by Archibald MacLeish

Two Poems From The War by Archibald MacLeish

Oh, not the loss of the accomplished thing! Not dumb farewells, nor long relinquishment Of beauty had, and golden summer spent, And savage glory of the fluttering Torn banners of ...

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Poem In Prose by Archibald MacLeish

Poem In Prose by Archibald MacLeish

This poem is for my wife.I have made it plainly and honestly:The mark is on itLike the burl on the knife.I have not made it for praise.She has no more need for praiseThan summer ...

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The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough by Joseph Addison

The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough by Joseph Addison

While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim, Proud in their number to enrol your name; While emperors to you commit their cause, And Anna's praises crown the vast applause; ...

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A Manchester Poem by George MacDonald

A Manchester Poem by George MacDonald

'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and the smoke is caught,And spreads diluted in the cloud, and ...

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Within And Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

Within And Without: Part I: A Dramatic Poem by George MacDonald

What life it is, and how that all these lives do gather-With outward maker's force, or like an inward father.Sir Philip Sidney's ArcadiaTo L.P.M.D.Receive thine own; for I and it ...

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What Makes Summer? by George MacDonald

What Makes Summer? by George MacDonald

Winter froze both brook and well;Fast and fast the snowflakes fell;Children gathered round the hearthMade a summer of their mirth;When a boy, so lately comeThat his life was yet ...

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Hokku Poems In Four Seasons by Yosa Buson

Hokku Poems In Four Seasons by Yosa Buson

SpringThe year's first poem done, with smug self confidencea haikai poet.Longer has become the daytime; a pheasant is fluttering down onto the bridge.Yearning for the ...

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Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers

Summer Holiday by Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people aboundOne thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of bronzeAnd the iron age; iron the unstable metal;Steel made of iron, unstable as his ...

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Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What tho' first,In years unseason'd, I attuned the layTo idle passion and unreal woe?Yet serious truth her empire o'er my songHath now asserted : falsehood's evil broodVice and ...

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A Descriptive Poem On The Silvery Tay by William Topaz McGonagall

A Descriptive Poem On The Silvery Tay by William Topaz McGonagall

Beautiful silvery Tay,With your landscapes, so lovely and gay,Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the way;No other river in the world has got scenery more fine,Only I am ...

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A Spring Poem From Bion by Eugene Field

A Spring Poem From Bion by Eugene Field

One asketh:"Tell me, Myrson, tell me true:What's the season pleaseth you?Is it summer suits you best,When from harvest toil we rest? Is it autumn with its glory Of all surfeited ...

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The Norsemen ( From Narrative And Legendary Poems ) by John Greenleaf Whittier

The Norsemen ( From Narrative And Legendary Poems ) by John Greenleaf Whittier

. GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting and unstable sand, Which wastes beneath the steady chime And ...

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A Poem on the Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy by Nikki Giovanni

A Poem on the Assassination of Robert F. Kennedy by Nikki Giovanni

Trees are never felled . . . in summer . . . Not when the fruit . . . is yet to be borne . . . Never before the promise . . . is fulfilled . . . Not when their cooling shade . ...

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Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams

Willow Poem by William Carlos Williams

It is a willow when summer is over,a willow by the riverfrom which no leaf has fallen norbitten by the sunturned orange or crimson.The leaves cling and grow paler,swing and grow ...

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A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 by Oliver Wendell Holmes

A Poem For The Meeting Of The American Medical Association At New York, May 5, 1853 by Oliver Wendell Holmes

I HOLD a letter in my hand,-A flattering letter, more's the pity,-By some contriving junto planned,And signed per order of Committee.It touches every tenderest spot,-My patriotic ...

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Poem (Halleck Monument Dedication) by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem (Halleck Monument Dedication) by Oliver Wendell Holmes

SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious death! Life drops the voiceless ...

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A Poem. Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery by Oliver Wendell Holmes

A Poem. Dedication Of The Pittsfield Cemetery by Oliver Wendell Holmes

ANGEL of Death! extend thy silent reign! Stretch thy dark sceptre oaˆ™er this new domainNo sable car along the winding roadHas borne to earth its unresisting load;No sudden mound ...

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Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April 12, 1883 by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem Read At The Dinner Given To The Author By The Medical Profession Of The City Of New York, April 12, 1883 by Oliver Wendell Holmes

HAVE I deserved your kindness? Nay, my friends,While the fair banquet its illusion lendsLet me believe it, though the blood may rushAnd to my cheek recall the maiden blushThat ...

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Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem For The Dedication Of The Fountain At Stratford-On-Avon by Oliver Wendell Holmes

PRESENTED BY GEORGE W. CHILDS, OF PHILADELPHIAWELCOME, thrice welcome is thy silvery gleam,Thou long-imprisoned stream!Welcome the tinkle of thy crystal beadsAs plashing raindrops ...

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Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society by Oliver Wendell Holmes

JUNE 8, 1881THREE paths there be where Learning's favored sons,Trained in the schools which hold her favored ones,Follow their several stars with separate aim;Each has its honors, ...

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Her — “Last Poems” by Emily Dickinson

Her — “Last Poems” by Emily Dickinson

312 Her—"last Poems"— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other, Flute—or Woman— So divine— Not unto its Summer—Morning Robin—uttered ...

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Poem In October by Dylan Thomas

Poem In October by Dylan Thomas

It was my thirtieth year to heavenWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour woodAnd the mussel pooled and the heronPriested shoreThe morning beckonWith water praying and call ...

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Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles by Billy Collins

Reading An Anthology Of Chinese Poems Of The Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire The Length And Clarity Of Their Titles by Billy Collins

It seems these poets have nothingup their ample sleevesthey turn over so many cards so early,telling us before the first linewhether it is wet or dry,night or day, the season the ...

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My Poems Have Power by Gajanan Mishra

My Poems Have Power by Gajanan Mishra

Yes, my poems have powerTo make the sun coolIn the mid-summer. So also, My poems have the qualitiesTo make the cool-sunHot during this winter.Worry not, I have madeMy words ...

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