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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Inchcape Rock	Robert Southey	1794	English	No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,— The ship was as still as she could be; Her sails from heaven received no motion; Her keel was steady in the ocean. Without either sign or sound of their shock, The waves flowed over the Inchcape rock; So...
The incidents of love			English	The incidents of love Are more than its Events — Investment's best Expositor Is the minute Per Cents —
The Indian Burying-Ground	Philip Freneau		English	In spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep; The posture that we give the dead Points out the soul’s eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands;— The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his...
The Indian Serenade	Percy Bysshe Shelley	1812	Love	I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The...
The Indian Weed	Anonymous		English	This Indian weed, now withered quite, Though green at noon, cut down at night, Shows thy decay,— All flesh is hay: Thus think, and drink 1 tobacco. The pipe, so lily-like and weak, Does thus thy mortal state bespeak; ...
The Indian's Welcome to the Pilgrim Fathers	Lydia Huntley Sigourney		English	Above them spread a stranger sky; Around, the sterile plain; The rock-bound coast rose frowning nigh; Beyond,—the wrathful main: Chill remnants of the wintry snow Still choked the encumbered soil, Yet forth those Pilgrim Fathers go ...
The Indifferent			English	I CAN love both fair and brown; Her whom abundance melts, and her whom want betrays; Her who loves loneness best, and her who masks and plays; Her whom the country form'd, and whom the town; Her who believes, and her who tries;...
The Inevitable	Sarah Knowles Bolton		English	I like the man who faces what he must With step triumphant and a heart of cheer; Who fights the daily battle without fear; Sees his hopes fail, yet keeps unfaltering trust That God is God,—that somehow, true and just His plans work out for mortals; not a...
The Infinite a sudden Guest				The Infinite a sudden Guest Has been assumed to be — But how can that stupendous come Which never went away?
The Ingle-Side	Hew Ainslie	1812	English	It ’s rare to see the morning bleeze Like a bonfire frae the sea, It ’s fair to see the burnie kiss The lip o’ the flow’ry lea; An’ fine it is on green hillside, Where hums the bonnie bee, But rarer, fairer, finer far Is the Ingle-...
The Inner Vision	William Wordsworth	1790	English	Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path there be or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of fancy, or some happy tone ...
The inundation of the Spring			English	The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul — It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole — In which the soul at first estranged — Seeks faintly for its shore But acclimated — pines...
The Irish Spinning-Wheel	Alfred Perceval Graves		English	SHOW me a sight, Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it. Oh no! Nothing you ’ll show Aquals her sittin’ an’ takin’ a whirl at it. Look at...
The Irishman	James Orr	1790	English	The Savage loves his native shore, Though rude the soil and chill the air; Then well may Erin’s sons adore Their isle which nature formed so fair, What flood reflects a shore so sweet As Shannon great or pastoral Bann? Or who a friend or foe...
The Irishman and the Lady	William Maginn		English	There was a lady lived at Leith, A lady very stylish, man; And yet, in spite of all her teeth, She fell in love with an Irishman— A nasty, ugly Irishman, A wild, tremendous Irishman, A tearing, swearing, thumping, bumping, ranting,...
The Ivy Green	Charles Dickens		English	O, A DAINTY plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The walls must be crumbled, the stones decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim; And the mouldering dust...
The Jackdaw of Rheims	Richard Harris Barham	1808	English	The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal’s chair! Bishop and abbot and prior were there; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree,— In sooth, a goodly company; And they served...
The Jacobite on Tower Hill	George Walter Thornbury	1848	English	He tripped up the steps with a bow and a smile, Offering snuff to the chaplain the while, A rose at his button-hole that afternoon— ’T was the tenth of the month, and the month it was June. Then shrugging his shoulders, he looked at the man With the mask...
The Jay his Castanet has struck			English	The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent to nature Of Swarthy Days he is the close His Lotus is a chestnut The Cricket drops a sable...
The Jester’s Plea	Frederick Locker-Lampson	1841	English	[Published in a volume by several authors for the benefit of the starving weavers of Lancashire during the American civil war.] THE WORLD! Was jester ever in A viler than the present? Yet if it ugly be—as sin, It almost is—as pleasant! It is a merry...