FRUIT POEMS
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Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,-articulate, so, but with the tongue
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
Let other lovers lie, in love and rest;
Not we,-articulate, so, but with the tongue
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Looking Forward
Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
Sleep, let me sleep, for I am sick of care;
Sleep, let me sleep, for my pain wearies me.
Shut out the light; thicken the heavy air
With drowsy incense; let a distant stream
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Christina Rossetti
Macdougal Street
As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
As I went walking up and down to take the evening air,
(Sweet to meet upon the street, why must I be so shy?)
I saw him lay his hand upon her torn black hair;
(”Little dirty Latin child, let the lady by!”)
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
Studio Composition
Cup of Words
Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Cup of Words
Crystal sphere sitting
Before child like statue
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Joseph Mayo Wristen
Poor Robin
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth
Now when the primrose makes a splendid show,
And lilies face the March-winds in full blow,
And humbler growths as moved with one desire
Put on, to welcome spring, their best attire,
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William Wordsworth
When I Think About Myself
When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
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Maya Angelou
When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
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Maya Angelou
The Corn Song
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn!
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Eve
“While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
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Christina Rossetti
“While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
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Christina Rossetti
The Voice Of Spring
I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
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Mary Howitt
I am coming, I am coming!
Hark! the honey bee is humming;
See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky,
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Mary Howitt
Months
January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti
January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
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Christina Rossetti
The Tree
The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
“Shall I take them away?” said the Frost, sweeping down.
“No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,”
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Bjornstjerne Bjornson
The Tree's early leaf buds were bursting their brown;
“Shall I take them away?” said the Frost, sweeping down.
“No, leave them alone
Till the blossoms have grown,”
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Bjornstjerne Bjornson
The Snail
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall,
The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall,
As if he grew there, house and all
Together.
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William Cowper
To grass, or leaf, or fruit, or wall,
The snail sticks close, nor fears to fall,
As if he grew there, house and all
Together.
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William Cowper
Disappointed
An old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
Fine grew his orchard and fair to view.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
An old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew;
The sun was kind, and the rain befriended;
Fine grew his orchard and fair to view.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Basket Of Summer Fruit
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
And saturate with the nectar of their kind.
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Charles Harpur
Religio Laici
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars
To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers,
Is reason to the soul; and as on high,
Those rolling fires discover but the sky
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John Dryden
Love And Harmony
Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
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William Blake
Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.
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William Blake
The Green Linnet
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
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William Wordsworth
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow-white blossoms on my head,
With brightest sunshine round me spread
Of spring's unclouded weather,
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William Wordsworth
I Am Lonely
The world is great: the birds all fly from me,
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,
And I am lonely.
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George Eliot
The world is great: the birds all fly from me,
The stars are golden fruit upon a tree
All out of reach: my little sister went,
And I am lonely.
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George Eliot
Hymn Xii: Come, Ye That Love The Lord
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne:
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John Wesley
Come, ye that love the Lord,
And let your joys be known;
Join in a song with sweet accord,
While ye surround his throne:
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John Wesley
The Englishman In Italy
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)
Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.)
Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one,
Sit here by my side,
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Robert Browning
Four Quartets 4: Little Gidding
I
Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot
I
Midwinter spring is its own season
Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown,
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T. S. Eliot
Absalom And Achitophel
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Before polygamy was made a sin;
When man, on many, multipli'd his kind,
Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd:
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John Dryden
Poem Written At Morning
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
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Wallace Stevens
A sunny day's complete Poussiniana
Divide it from itself. It is this or that
And it is not.
By metaphor you paint
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Wallace Stevens
Waiting
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
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John Burroughs
Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
For lo! my own shall come to me.
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John Burroughs
Saint Monica
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
By twice ten brethren of the monkish cowl,
Was duly sung; and requiems for the soul
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Charlotte Smith
AMONG deep woods is the dismantled scite
Of an old Abbey, where the chaunted rite,
By twice ten brethren of the monkish cowl,
Was duly sung; and requiems for the soul
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Charlotte Smith
Of Child With Bird At The Bush
My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
Let me a hold upon thee get,
My love with honour thee adorns.
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John Bunyan
My little bird, how canst thou sit
And sing amidst so many thorns?
Let me a hold upon thee get,
My love with honour thee adorns.
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John Bunyan
Quandary
Never have I been glad or sad
That there was such a thing as bad.
There had to be, I understood,
For there to have been any good.
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Robert Frost
Never have I been glad or sad
That there was such a thing as bad.
There had to be, I understood,
For there to have been any good.
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Robert Frost
Solace.
One Autumn evening, wandering, when the sun was hanging low,
Through a woodland where the music of a streamlet's gentle flow
Commingled with the rustling of the yellow golden leaves,
And the idling breeze's sighing as it floated through the trees,
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George W. Doneghy
One Autumn evening, wandering, when the sun was hanging low,
Through a woodland where the music of a streamlet's gentle flow
Commingled with the rustling of the yellow golden leaves,
And the idling breeze's sighing as it floated through the trees,
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George W. Doneghy
Adonais
I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
I weep for Adonais-he is dead!
O, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Girl's Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost
Four Charades
1
My first is no proof of my second,
Though my second's a proof of my first:
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Christina Rossetti
1
My first is no proof of my second,
Though my second's a proof of my first:
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Christina Rossetti
Le Sommeil De Leïlah.
Ni bruits d'aile, ni sons d'eau vive, ni murmures ;
La cendre du soleil nage sur l'herbe en fleur,
Et de son bec furtif le bengali siffleur
Boit, comme un sang doré, le jus des mangues mûres.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Ni bruits d'aile, ni sons d'eau vive, ni murmures ;
La cendre du soleil nage sur l'herbe en fleur,
Et de son bec furtif le bengali siffleur
Boit, comme un sang doré, le jus des mangues mûres.
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Charles Marie Rene Leconte De Lisle
Forbidden Fruit. Ii.
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'heaven' is, to me.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
August Moon
Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
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Emma Lazarus
Look! the round-cheeked moon floats high,
In the glowing August sky,
Quenching all her neighbor stars,
Save the steady flame of Mars.
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Emma Lazarus
Brothers
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
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James Weldon Johnson
See! There he stands; not brave, but with an air
Of sullen stupor. Mark him well! Is he
Not more like brute than man? Look in his eye!
No light is there; none, save the glint that shines
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James Weldon Johnson
Sunday
O day most calm, most bright
The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th'endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood;
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George Herbert
O day most calm, most bright
The fruit of this, the next world's bud,
Th'endorsement of supreme delight,
Writ by a friend, and with his blood;
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George Herbert
A Girl's Garden
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost
A neighbor of mine in the village
Likes to tell how one spring
When she was a girl on the farm, she did
A childlike thing.
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Robert Frost
For All Those Who Died
For all those who died-
stripped naked, shaved, shorn.
For all those who screamed
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Erica Jong
For all those who died-
stripped naked, shaved, shorn.
For all those who screamed
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Erica Jong
Spring And Autumn.
Every season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
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Thomas Moore
Every season hath its pleasures;
Spring may boast her flowery prime,
Yet the vineyard's ruby treasures
Brighten Autumn's soberer time.
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Thomas Moore
Endymion: Book Iii
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men
With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen
Their baaing vanities, to browse away
The comfortable green and juicy hay
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John Keats
The Pied Piper Of Hamelin
A Child's Story
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning
A Child's Story
Hamelin Town's in Brunswick,
By famous Hanover city;
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Robert Browning
O Wind Of God
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
Blow, swifter blow, a strong warm summer wind,
Till all the flowers with eyes come out to see;
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George Macdonald
O wind of God, that blowest in the mind,
Blow, blow and wake the gentle spring in me;
Blow, swifter blow, a strong warm summer wind,
Till all the flowers with eyes come out to see;
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George Macdonald
The Cross
'The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee;'
So, moved of old time for our sake,
The holy monk of Kempen spake.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
'The cross, if rightly borne, shall be
No burden, but support to thee;'
So, moved of old time for our sake,
The holy monk of Kempen spake.
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Absence
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.
Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
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Claude Mckay
Your words dropped into my heart like pebbles into a pool,
Rippling around my breast and leaving it melting cool.
Your kisses fell sharp on my flesh like dawn-dews from the limb,
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Claude Mckay
Easter-day
HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning
HOW very hard it is to be
A Christian! Hard for you and me,
â??Not the mere task of making real
That duty up to its ideal,
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Robert Browning