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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Undertaking			English	I HAVE done one braver thing ⁠Than all the Worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, ⁠Which is, to keep that hid. ...
The Undiscovered Country	Edmund Clarence Stedman		English	COULD we but know The land that ends our dark, uncertain travel, Where lie those happier hills and meadows low; Ah! if beyond the spirit’s inmost cavil Aught of that country could we surely know, Who would not go? ...
The Unfinished Prayer	Anonymous		English	“now I lay,”—repeat it, darling. “Lay me,” lisped the tiny lips Of my daughter, kneeling, bending O’er her folded finger-tips. “Down to sleep”—“To sleep,” she murmured, And the curly head bent low; “I pray the Lord,” I gently added;...
The Unillumined Verge	Robert Bridges	1864	English	They tell you that Death ’s at the turn of the road, That under the shade of a cypress you ’ll find him, And, struggling on wearily, lashed by the goad Of pain, you will enter the black mist behind him. I can walk with you up to the ridge of the hill,...
The Universal Prayer	Alexander Pope	1708	English	Father of all! in every age, In every clime adored, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou great First Cause, least understood, Who all my sense confined To know but this, that thou art good, And that...
The Universal Prayer			English	Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord! Thou Great First...
The Unseen Playmate	Robert Louis Stevenson	1870	English	When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. Nobody heard him and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw...
The Use of Flowers	Mary Howitt		English	God might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak-tree and the cedar-tree, Without a flower at all. We might have had enough, enough For every want of ours, For luxury, medicine, and toil, And yet have...
The Ute Lover	Hamlin Garland		English	Beneath the burning brazen sky, The yellowed tepees stand. Not far away a singing river Sets through the sand. Within the shadow of a lonely elm tree The tired ponies keep. The wild land, throbbing with the sun’s hot magic, Is rapt as sleep...
The V-a-s-e	James Jeffrey Roche		English	From the maddening crowd they stand apart, The maidens four and the Work of Art; And none might tell from sight alone In which had culture ripest grown,— The Gotham Millions fair to see, The Philadelphia Pedigree, The Boston Mind of azure hue...
The Vagabonds	John Townsend Trowbridge		English	We are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger ’s my dog.—Come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye! Over the table,—look out for the lamp! The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we ’ve tramped through wind and weather, ...
The Vagabonds	John Townsend Trowbridge		English	We are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger ’s my dog:—come here, you scamp! Jump for the gentlemen,—mind your eye! Over the table,—look out for the lamp!— The rogue is growing a little old; Five years we ’ve tramped through wind and weather, ...
The Vale of Avoca	Thomas Moore	1799	English	There is not in this wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; O, the last ray of feeling and life must depart Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart! Yet it was not that Nature had shed o’er the scene...
The Vale of Cashmere	Thomas Moore	1799	English	From “The Light of the Harem” WHO has not heard of the Vale of Cashmere, With its roses the brightest that earth ever gave, Its temples, and grottoes, and fountains as clear As the love-lighted eyes that hang over their wave? O, to see it at sunset,—...
The Valley Brook	John Howard Bryant	1827	English	Fresh from the fountains of the wood A rivulet of the valley came, And glided on for many a rood, Flushed with the morning’s ruddy flame. The air was fresh and soft and sweet; The slopes in spring’s new verdure lay, And wet with dew-drops...
The Vanishers	John Greenleaf Whittier	1827	English	Sweetest of all childlike dreams In the simple Indian lore Still to me the legend seems Of the shapes who flit before. Flitting, passing, seen and gone, Never reached nor found at rest, Baffling search, but beckoning on To the...
The Vanity of the World	Francis Quarles	1612	English	False world, thou ly’st: thou canst not lend The least delight: Thy favors cannot gain a friend, They are so slight: Thy morning pleasures make an end To please at night: Poor are the wants that thou supply’st,...
The vastest earthly Day			English	The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall —
The Veery	Henry Van Dyke		English	The moonbeams over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring, When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring. So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie; I longed to hear a simpler strain,—the wood-notes of the veery. The laverock...
The Veery-Thrush	Joseph Russell Taylor		English	Blow softly, thrush, upon the hush That makes the least leaf loud, Blow, wild of heart, remote, apart From all the vocal crowd, Apart, remote, a spirit note That dances meltingly afloat, Blow faintly, thrush! And blind the green-hid...