FROG POEMS

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A Stone For A Heart

The Broken and The Hurt
Walking in the pavements
The whole body shakin'
Eyes in undecided movements
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Demetrius White
Ba Vi

The clouds are always there
ringing three peaks
busy with lightning &
thunder grumbling-
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S. K. Kelen
The Quangle Wangle’s Hat

I

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree
The Quangle Wangle sat,
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Edward Lear
Mowgli’s Song

THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HE DANCED ON SHERE KHAN'S HIDE

The Song of Mowgli-I, Mowgli, am singing. Let
the jungle listen to the things I have done.
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Rudyard Kipling
A Dialogue Of Self And Soul

My Soul. I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
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William Butler Yeats
His Mansion In The Pool

1379

His Mansion in the Pool
The Frog forsakes-
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Emily Dickinson
I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

288

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you-Nobody-Too?
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Emily Dickinson
The Long Sigh Of The Frog

1359

The long sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer's Day
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Emily Dickinson
The Ballad Of Blasphemous Bill

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die-
Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon;
In cabin or dance-hall, camp or dive, mucklucks or patent shoon;
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Robert Service
The Smoking Frog

Three men I saw beside a bar,
Regarding o'er their bottle,
A frog who smoked a rank cigar
They'd jammed within its throttle.
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Robert Service
Summer Evening

The frog half fearful jumps across the path,
And little mouse that leaves its hole at eve
Nimbles with timid dread beneath the swath;
My rustling steps awhile their joys deceive,
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John Clare
Summer Images

Now swarthy Summer, by rude health embrowned,
Precedence takes of rosy fingered Spring;
And laughing Joy, with wild flowers prank'd, and crown'd,
A wild and giddy thing,
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John Clare
A Thought Or Two On Reading Pomfret’s “choice”

I have been reading Pomfret's “Choice” this spring,
A pretty kind of-sort of-kind of thing,
Not much a verse, and poem none at all,
Yet, as they say, extremely natural.
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James Henry Leigh Hunt
Le Monocle De Mon Oncle

“Mother of heaven, regina of the clouds,
O sceptre of the sun, crown of the moon,
There is not nothing, no, no, never nothing,
Like the clashed edges of two words that kill.”
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Wallace Stevens
Brooding Grief

A yellow leaf from the darkness
Hops like a frog before me.
Why should I start and stand still?

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D. H. Lawrence
Tortoise Shout

I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb,
Yet I've heard him cry.
First faint scream,
Out of life's unfathomable dawn,
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D. H. Lawrence
There Was An Old Man In A Marsh

There was an old man in a Marsh,
Whose manners were futile and harsh;
He sate on a log,
And sang songs to a frog,
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Edward Lear
The Frog

Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As “Slimy skin,” or “Polly-wog,”
Or likewise “Ugly James,”
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Hilaire Belloc
The Blue Scarf

Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded
In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with dark knotted fringes,
it lies there,
Warm from a woman's soft shoulders, and my fingers close on it, caressing.
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Amy Lowell
The Singing-woman From The Wood’s Edge

What should I be but a prophet and a liar,
Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar?
Teethed on a crucifix and cradled under water,
What should I be but the fiend's god-daughter?
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
A City Plum

A city plum is not a plum;
A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb;
A party rat is not a rat;
A sailor's cat is not a cat;
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Christina Rossetti
A Word For The Dumb

Pity the sorrows of a poor old Dog
Who wags his tail a-begging in his need:
Despise not even the sorrows of a Frog,
God's creature too, and that's enough to plead:
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Christina Rossetti
Frog And Toad

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,
I'll not pelt you with stick or stone:
Your cap is laced and your coat is green;
Good bye, we'll let each other alone.
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Christina Rossetti
The Frog

Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byeway,
Hopped along the imperial highway.
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Christina Rossetti
In The Bayou

Lazy and slow, through the snags and trees
Move the sluggish currents, half asleep;
Around and between the cypress knees,
Like black, slow snakes the dark tides creep-
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Don Marquis
Last Instructions To A Painter

After two sittings, now our Lady State
To end her picture does the third time wait.
But ere thou fall'st to work, first, Painter, see
If't ben't too slight grown or too hard for thee.
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Andrew Marvell
The Character Of Holland

Holland, that scarce deserves the name of land,
As but the off-scouring of the British sand;
And so much earth as was contributed
By English pilots when they heaved the lead;
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Andrew Marvell
Mary Had A Little Frog

Mary had a little frog
And it was water-soaked,
But Mary did not keep it long
Because, of course, it croaked!
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Ellis Parker Butler
Captain Craig Ii

Yet that ride had an end, as all rides have;
And the days coming after took the road
That all days take,-though never one of them
Went by but I got some good thought of it
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Edwin Arlington Robinson
The Bankrupt Peace Maker

I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room.
The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom.
His web feet left dreadful slime tracks on the floor.
He had hammer and nails that he laid by the door.
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Vachel Lindsay
The Curse Of Minerva

Slow sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,
Along Morea's hills the setting Sun;
Not, as in northern climes, obscurely bright,
But one unclouded blaze of living light;
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George Gordon Lord Byron
The Culprit Fay

“My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo!
“Instead of Anster's turnip-bearing vales
“I see old fairy land's miraculous show!
“Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales,
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Joseph Rodman Drake
Old Spring Hill

I wonder who the children are
That troop to school these days
Along the old McDuffie path
That winds through woody ways
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John Charles Mcneill
Spring Song

Make me over, mother April,
When the sap begins to stir!
When thy flowery hand delivers
All the mountain-prisoned rivers,
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
De Critters’ Dance

Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall,
'Bout de time dat all de critters gin dey fancy ball?
Some folks tell it in a sto'y, some folks sing de rhyme,
‘Peahs to me you ought to hyeahed it, case hit 's ol' ez time.
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
The Tryst

De night creep down erlong de lan',
De shadders rise an' shake,
De frog is sta'tin' up his ban',
De cricket is awake;
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
To The Miami

Kiss me, Miami, thou most constant one!
I love thee more for that thou changest not.
When Winter comes with frigid blast,
Or when the blithesome Spring is past
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
A Dedication To The Author Of Holmby House

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
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Adam Lindsay Gordon
April

Pale season, watcher in unvexed suspense,
Still priestess of the patient middle day,
Betwixt wild March's humored petulance
And the warm wooing of green kirtled May,
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Archibald Lampman
Winter-store

Subtly conscious, all awake,
Let us clear our eyes, and break
Through the cloudy chrysalis,
See the wonder as it is.
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Archibald Lampman
Aesop

He sat among the woods, he heard
The sylvan merriment: he saw
The pranks of butterfly and bird,
The humours of the ape, the daw.
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Andrew Lang
The Bath

Hang garlands on the bathroom door;
Let all the passages be spruce;
For, lo, the victim comes once more,
And, ah, he struggles like the deuce!
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R. C. Lehmann
Under The Rose

“The iniquity of the fathers upon the children.”


O the rose of keenest thorn!
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Christina Rossetti
Hadramauti

Who knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason?
What are his measures and balances? Which is his season
For laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move him
When he arises to smite us? I do not love him.
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Rudyard Kipling
Outsong In The Jungle

Baloo

For the sake of him who showed
One wise Frog the Jungle-Road,
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Rudyard Kipling
Hippo's Hope

There once was a hippo who wanted to fly --
Fly-hi-dee, try-hi-dee, my-hi-dee-ho.
So he sewed him some wings that could flap through the sky --
Sky-hi-dee, fly-hi-dee, why-hi-dee-go.
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Shel Silverstein
May-day

Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,
With sudden passion languishing,
Maketh all things softly smile,
Painteth pictures mile on mile,
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
The Singing Of The Magnificat

A LEGEND

IN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through
By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams,
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Edith Nesbit
The Frog Pool

Week after week it shrank and shrank
as the fierce drought fiend drank and drank,
till on the bone-dry bed revealed
the mud peeled;
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James Martin Devaney
Early Occult Memory Systems Of The Lower Midwest

In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
of his father's Ford and the mysterium
of time, holds time in memory with words,
night, this night, on the way to a stalled rig south
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B H Fairchild
Finch & Frog

The finch trills in the apple tree
His: Tiriliree!
A frog climbs slowly up to him,
Up to the treetop's leafy rim
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Wilhelm Busch
Haiku (never Published)

Drinking my tea
Without sugar-
No difference.

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Allen Ginsberg
4th Chorus Mexico City Blues

Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million dollars
He was Tight

Frog waits
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Jack Kerouac
Homer\'s Battle Of The Frogs And Mice. Book Ii

When rosy-finger'd Morn had ting'd the Clouds,
Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crouds,
Slow rose the Monarch, heav'd his anxious Breast,
And thus, the Council fill'd with Rage, addrest.
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Thomas Parnell
The Vicar

SOME years ago, ere time and taste
Had turnâ??d our parish topsy-turvy,
When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste,
And roads as little known as scurvy,
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Witches Chant (from Macbeth)

Round about the couldron go:
In the poisones entrails throw.
Toad,that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
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William Shakespeare
The Frog

Who am I but the Frog--the Frog!
My realm is the dark bayou,
And my throne is the muddy and moss-grown log
That the poison-vine clings to--
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James Whitcomb Riley
1805

At Viscount Nelsonâ??s lavish funeral,
While the mob milled and yelled about St Paulâ??s,
A General chatted with an Admiral:

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Robert Graves
Saltbush Bill's Second Flight

The news came down on the Castlereagh, and went to the world at large,
That twenty thousand travelling sheep, with Saltbush Bill in charge,
Were drifting down from a dried-out run to ravage the Castlereagh;
And the squatters swore when they heard the news, and wished they were well away:
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Banjo Paterson
Frog Autumn

Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
The insects are scant, skinny.
In these palustral homes we only
Croak and wither.
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Sylvia Plath