LYRIC POEMS
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Your Poem
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
.....
Robert Service
My poem may be yours indeed
In melody and tone,
If in its rhythm you can read
A music of your own;
.....
Robert Service
Lyric For Legacies.
Gold I've none, for use or show,
Neither silver to bestow
At my death; but this much know;
That each lyric here shall be
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Robert Herrick
Gold I've none, for use or show,
Neither silver to bestow
At my death; but this much know;
That each lyric here shall be
.....
Robert Herrick
Why Do Birds Sing?
Let poets piece prismatic words,
Give me the jewelled joy of birds!
What ecstasy moves them to sing?
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Robert Service
Let poets piece prismatic words,
Give me the jewelled joy of birds!
What ecstasy moves them to sing?
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Robert Service
A Lyric Day
I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
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Robert Service
I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
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Robert Service
September Midnight
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
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Sara Teasdale
Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
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Sara Teasdale
To Erinna
Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the dreaming Lesbian wind,
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Sara Teasdale
Was Time not harsh to you, or was he kind,
O pale Erinna of the perfect lyre,
That he has left no word of singing fire
Whereby you waked the dreaming Lesbian wind,
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Sara Teasdale
An Ode On The Popular Superstitions Of The Highlands Of Scotland, Considered As The Subject Of Poetr
Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long
Have seen thee ling'ring with a fond delay
'Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day,
Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
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William Collins
Home, thou return'st from Thames, whose naiads long
Have seen thee ling'ring with a fond delay
'Mid those soft friends, whose hearts, some future day,
Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
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William Collins
Sonnet 03
Why should you be astonished that my heart,
Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,
Should be revived by you, and stir and start
As by warm April now, reviving Earth?
.....
Alan Seeger
Why should you be astonished that my heart,
Plunged for so long in darkness and in dearth,
Should be revived by you, and stir and start
As by warm April now, reviving Earth?
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Alan Seeger
Allouette
Singing larks I saw for sale-
(Ah! the pain of it)
Plucked and ready to impale
On a roasting spit;
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Robert Service
Singing larks I saw for sale-
(Ah! the pain of it)
Plucked and ready to impale
On a roasting spit;
.....
Robert Service
A Song For Kilts
How grand the human race would be
If every man would wear a kilt,
A flirt of Tartan finery,
Instead of trousers, custom built!
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Robert Service
How grand the human race would be
If every man would wear a kilt,
A flirt of Tartan finery,
Instead of trousers, custom built!
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Robert Service
A Golden Lad
“Golden lads and lasses must
Like chimney-sweepers come to dust.”
-SHAKESPEARE.
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Don Marquis
“Golden lads and lasses must
Like chimney-sweepers come to dust.”
-SHAKESPEARE.
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Don Marquis
Lilith
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing
Falters because of the vision it sees;
Voice that is not of the living is ringing
Down in the depths where the darkness is clinging,
.....
Henry Kendall
Strange is the song, and the soul that is singing
Falters because of the vision it sees;
Voice that is not of the living is ringing
Down in the depths where the darkness is clinging,
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Henry Kendall
Karlene.
Word of a little one born in the West,--
How like a sea-bird it comes from the sea,
Out of the league-weary waters' unrest
Blown with white wings, for a token, to me!
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Bliss Carman (william)
Word of a little one born in the West,--
How like a sea-bird it comes from the sea,
Out of the league-weary waters' unrest
Blown with white wings, for a token, to me!
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Bliss Carman (william)
An Hymn To The Muses
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
An Ode For Ben Jonson
Ah Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests,
Meet at those lyric feasts,
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Robert Herrick
Ah Ben!
Say how or when
Shall we, thy guests,
Meet at those lyric feasts,
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Robert Herrick
At Burgos
Miraculous silver-work in stone
Against the blue miraculous skies,
The belfry towers and turrets rise
Out of the arches that enthrone
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Arthur Symons
Miraculous silver-work in stone
Against the blue miraculous skies,
The belfry towers and turrets rise
Out of the arches that enthrone
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Arthur Symons
To Rupert Brooke
Though we, a happy few,
Indubitably knew
That from the purple came
This poet of pure flame,
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Eden Phillpotts
Though we, a happy few,
Indubitably knew
That from the purple came
This poet of pure flame,
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Eden Phillpotts
Alla Dogana
Night, and the silence of the night,
In Venice; far away, a song;
As if the lyric water made
Itself a serenade;
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Arthur Symons
Night, and the silence of the night,
In Venice; far away, a song;
As if the lyric water made
Itself a serenade;
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Arthur Symons
On Landor's 'hellenics'
Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
On Hybla not Parnassus mountain: come
With beakers rinsed of the dulcifluous wave
.....
William Watson
Come hither, who grow cloyed to surfeiting
With lyric draughts o'ersweet, from rills that rise
On Hybla not Parnassus mountain: come
With beakers rinsed of the dulcifluous wave
.....
William Watson
Horace I, 31.
As forth he pours the new made wine,
What blessing asks the lyric poet--
What boon implores in this fair shrine
Of one full likely to bestow it?
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Eugene Field
As forth he pours the new made wine,
What blessing asks the lyric poet--
What boon implores in this fair shrine
Of one full likely to bestow it?
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Eugene Field
Compensation
I plucked a rose from out a bower fair,
That overhung my garden seat;
And wondered I if, e'er before, bloomed there
A rose so sweet.
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Joseph Seamon Cotter
I plucked a rose from out a bower fair,
That overhung my garden seat;
And wondered I if, e'er before, bloomed there
A rose so sweet.
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Joseph Seamon Cotter
A Later Alexandrian
An inspiration caught from dubious hues
Filled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;
For they lead farther than the single-faced,
Wave subtler promise when desire pursues.
.....
George Meredith
An inspiration caught from dubious hues
Filled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;
For they lead farther than the single-faced,
Wave subtler promise when desire pursues.
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George Meredith
My Garden
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
.....
Robert Service
The world is sadly sick, they say,
And plagued by woe and pain.
But look! How looms my garden gay,
With blooms in golden reign!
.....
Robert Service
Facility
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
That did the world but know it,
Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
Your butler be a poet.
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Robert Service
So easy 'tis to make a rhyme,
That did the world but know it,
Your coachman might Parnassus climb,
Your butler be a poet.
.....
Robert Service
Indian Summer
Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
.....
Sara Teasdale
Lyric night of the lingering Indian summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
.....
Sara Teasdale
My Will
I've made my Will. I don't believe
In luxury and wealth;
And to those loving ones who grieve
My age and frailing health
.....
Robert William Service
I've made my Will. I don't believe
In luxury and wealth;
And to those loving ones who grieve
My age and frailing health
.....
Robert William Service
My Will
I've made my Will. I don't believe
In luxury and wealth;
And to those loving ones who grieve
My age and frailing health
.....
Robert Service
I've made my Will. I don't believe
In luxury and wealth;
And to those loving ones who grieve
My age and frailing health
.....
Robert Service
Pantheist
Lolling on a bank of thyme
Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . .
Though peoples perish in defeat,
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Robert Service
Lolling on a bank of thyme
Drunk with Spring I made this rhyme. . . .
Though peoples perish in defeat,
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Robert Service
Unrest
A fierce unrest seethes at the core
Of all existing things:
It was the eager wish to soar
That gave the gods their wings.
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Don Marquis
A fierce unrest seethes at the core
Of all existing things:
It was the eager wish to soar
That gave the gods their wings.
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Don Marquis
Rose And Redbird - A Faerytale
I had the strangest dream last night:
I dreamed the poppies, red and white,
That over-run the flower-bed,
Changed to wee women, white and red,
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Madison Julius Cawein
I had the strangest dream last night:
I dreamed the poppies, red and white,
That over-run the flower-bed,
Changed to wee women, white and red,
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Madison Julius Cawein
Venice
IN domes of dim and ancient gold,
In cloisters, where the lightning plays,
Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old
In aisles of jade and chrysoprase,
.....
Herbert Asquith
IN domes of dim and ancient gold,
In cloisters, where the lightning plays,
Where gleam the gorgeous saints of old
In aisles of jade and chrysoprase,
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Herbert Asquith
In New Orleans
'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-
.....
Eugene Field
'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befell
The tear-compelling incident I now propose to tell;
So come, my sweet collector friends, and listen while I sing
Unto your delectation this brief, pathetic thing-
.....
Eugene Field
The Sage And The Woman
‘Twixt ancient Beersheba and Dan
Another such a caravan
Dazed Palestine had never seen
As that which bore Sabea's queen
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Don Marquis
‘Twixt ancient Beersheba and Dan
Another such a caravan
Dazed Palestine had never seen
As that which bore Sabea's queen
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Don Marquis
Chant Of The Changing Hours
The Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd;
With wafture of blown garments bright as fire,
Light, light of foot and laughing, morning-browed,
And where they trod the jonquil and the briar
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Don Marquis
The Hours passed by, a fleet, confused crowd;
With wafture of blown garments bright as fire,
Light, light of foot and laughing, morning-browed,
And where they trod the jonquil and the briar
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Don Marquis
Cleon
"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
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Robert Browning
"As certain also of your own poets have said"--
(Acts 17.28)
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles,
Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea
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Robert Browning
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:
We move in crowds, we flow and talk together,
Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces,
So many mouths, and all with secret meanings,—
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Conrad Potter Aiken
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons:
We move in crowds, we flow and talk together,
Seeing so many eyes and hands and faces,
So many mouths, and all with secret meanings,—
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Conrad Potter Aiken
Epilogue
Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
Songs that with storm-crossed wings and eyes
Strain eastward till the darkness dies;
.....
Algernon Charles Swinburne
Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
Songs that with storm-crossed wings and eyes
Strain eastward till the darkness dies;
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Algernon Charles Swinburne
Daphne
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
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George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
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George Meredith
A Lyric Day
I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
.....
Robert William Service
I deem that there are lyric days
So ripe with radiance and cheer,
So rich with gratitude and praise
That they enrapture all the year.
.....
Robert William Service
The Lyric Muse
I love the lyric muse!
For when mankind ran wild in grooves
Came holy Orpheus with his songs
And turned men's hearts from bestial loves,
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Eugene Field
I love the lyric muse!
For when mankind ran wild in grooves
Came holy Orpheus with his songs
And turned men's hearts from bestial loves,
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Eugene Field
The Lyric Rose.
What other work in the world have I
Than but to sing my song, and die?
No other work of hate or love
For hell below or heaven above!
.....
Robert Crawford
What other work in the world have I
Than but to sing my song, and die?
No other work of hate or love
For hell below or heaven above!
.....
Robert Crawford
Reading Aloud
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.
.....
Christopher Morley
ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
In our great fireside chair;
Between the lines my lips could touch
Her April-scented hair.
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Christopher Morley
On Hymn To The Muse
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
A Hymn To The Muses
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
Honour to you who sit
Near to the well of wit,
And drink your fill of it!
.....
Robert Herrick
Pastel: Masks And Faces
The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.
.....
Arthur Symons
The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.
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Arthur Symons
Earth's Lyric
April. You hearken, my fellow,
Old slumberer down in my heart?
There's a whooping of ice in the rivers;
The sap feels a start.
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Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
April. You hearken, my fellow,
Old slumberer down in my heart?
There's a whooping of ice in the rivers;
The sap feels a start.
.....
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey