English Poems – Page 308

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• Poems of Childhood/A Valentine

  Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite
  As blithe a little maid as you.
  And, though her hair is snowy white, …

  Eugene Field

• Verses Written at Bath on Finding the Heel of a Shoe

  Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks!
  Not that my muse, tho' bashful, shall deny
  She would have thank'd thee rather, hadst thou cast …

  William Cowper

• A Vision (Burns)

  As I stood by yon roofless tower,
  Where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,
  Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower, …

  Robert Burns

• Viva Italia!

  Italia, in thy bleeding heart
  I thought e'en hope was dead;
  That from thy scarred and prostrate form …

  Anne Lynch Botta

• A Voice from the Town

  I thought, in the days of the droving,
  Of steps I might hope to retrace,
  To be done with the bush and the roving …

  Banjo Paterson

• Volcanoes be in Sicily

  Volcanoes be in Sicily
  And South America
  I judge from my Geography — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Poems of Passion/A Waltz-Quadrille

  The band was playing a waltz-quadrille,
  I felt as light as a wind-blown feather,
  As we floated away, at the caller's will, …

  Ella Wheeler Wilcox

• Washington. On Huntington's picture of Washington crossing the Alleghany in early life

  More proudly on thy winding course,
  Dark Alleghany! flow;
  The noblest burden thou couldst bear …

  Anne Lynch Botta

• Water makes many Beds

  Water makes many Beds
  For those averse to sleep —
  Its awful chamber open stands — …

• Water, is taught by thirst.

  Water, is taught by thirst.
  Land — by the Oceans passed.
  Transport — by throe — …

  Emily Dickinson

• We can but follow to the Sun —

  We can but follow to the Sun —
  As oft as He go down
  He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind — …

• We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —

  We Cover Thee — Sweet Face —
  Not that We tire of Thee —
  But that Thyself fatigue of Us — …

  Emily Dickinson

• We do not play on Graves —

  We do not play on Graves —
  Because there isn't Room —
  Besides — it isn't even — it slants …

• We don't cry — Tim and I,

  We don't cry — Tim and I,
  We are far too grand —
  But we bolt the door tight …

• We grow accustomed to the Dark —

  We grow accustomed to the Dark —
  When light is put away —
  As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp …

• We hail the day

  We hail the day—the glorious day
  Which gave a nation birth;
  Where Freedom could her wand display …

  Eliza Roxcy Snow

• We knew not that we were to live —

  We knew not that we were to live —
  Nor when — we are to die —
  Our ignorance — our cuirass is — …

  Emily Dickinson

• We learn it in Retreating

  We learn it in Retreating
  How vast an one
  Was recently among us — …

  Emily Dickinson

• We like March.

  We like March.
  His Shoes are Purple —
  He is new and high — …

  Emily Dickinson

• We lose — because we win —

  We lose — because we win —
  Gamblers — recollecting which
  Toss their dice again!

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