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Title	Poet	Year Written	Collection	Body
The Old Sexton	Park Benjamin		English	Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade; His work was done, and he paused to wait The funeral train at the open gate. A relic of bygone days was he, And his locks were white as the foamy sea; And these words...
The Old Sexton	Park Benjamin		English	Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade; His work was done, and he paused to wait The funeral train at the open gate. A relic of bygone days was he, And his locks were white as the foamy sea; And these words...
The Old Squire	Wilfred Scawen Blunt	1860	English	I Like the hunting of the hare Better than that of the fox; I like the joyous morning air, And the crowing of the cocks. I like the calm of the early fields, The ducks asleep by the lake, The quiet hour which Nature yields Before...
The Old Vagabond	Pierre Jean de Béranger		English	Anonymous translation from the French HERE in the ditch my bones I ’ll lay; Weak, wearied, old, the world I leave. “He ’s drunk,” the passing crowd will say ’T is well, for none will need to grieve. Some turn their scornful heads away,...
The Old Village Choir	Benjamin Franklin Taylor	1839	English	I Have fancied, sometimes, the Bethel-bent beam, That trembled to earth in the patriarch’s dream, Was a ladder of song in that wilderness rest, From the pillar of stone to the blue of the blest, And the angels descending to dwell with us here, “Old Hundred...
The Old Violin	Maurice Francis Egan		English	Though tuneless, stringless, it lies there in dust, Like some great thought on a forgotten page; The soul of music cannot fade or rust,— The voice within it stronger grows with age; Its strings and bow are only trifling things— A master-touch!—its...
The Old Violon			English
The Old Year and the New	William Cleaver Wilkinson		English	Last night at twelve, amid the knee-deep snows, A child of Time accepted his repose,— The eighteen hundred fifty-sixth of grace, With sudden chance, fell forward on his face. Solemn and slow the winter sun had gone, Sailing full early for the port of...
The One White Hair	Walter Savage Landor	1795	English	THE Wisest of the wise Listen to pretty lies, And love to hear them told; Doubt not that Solomon Listened to many a one,— Some in his youth, and more when he grew old. I never sat among...
The One who could repeat the Summer day —			English	The One who could repeat the Summer day — Were greater than itself — though He Minutest of Mankind should be — And He — could reproduce the Sun — At period of going down — The Lingering — and the Stain — I mean...
The One-Hoss Shay	Oliver Wendell Holmes		English	Or, The Deacon’s Masterpiece A Logical Story HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then of a sudden, it—ah, but stay, I ’ll tell you what happened without delay,...
The ones that disappeared are back			English	The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of the Jay — Be this an Autumn or a Spring My wisdom loses way One side of me the nuts are ripe ...
The only Ghost I ever saw			English	The only Ghost I ever saw Was dressed in Mechlin — so — He wore no sandal on his foot — And stepped like flakes of snow — His Gait — was soundless, like the Bird — But rapid — like the Roe — His...
The only man that eer I knew			English	*** * *** The only Man that eer I knew Who did not make me almost spew Was Fuseli he was both Turk & Jew And so dear Christian Friends how do you do
The Only News I know			English	The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see — Tomorrow and Today — Perchance Eternity — The Only One I meet Is God — The Only Street — ...
The Open Steeplechase			English	I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice, By the side of Snowy River with a horse they called "The Ace". And we brought him down to Sydney, and our rider, Jimmy Rice, Got a fall and broke his shoulder, so they nabbed me in a...
The Opening and the Close			English	The Opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk. That from an equal Seed Unto an equal Bud Go parallel, perfected In that they have decayed....
The Orient	Lord Byron		English	From “The Bride of Abydos” KNOW ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime; Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Know ye the land of the cedar...
The Other One	Harry Thurston Peck		English	Sweet little maid with winsome eyes That laugh all day through the tangled hair; Gazing with baby looks so wise Over the arm of the oaken chair, Dearer than you is none to me, Dearer than you there can be none; Since in your...
The Other World	Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe		English	It lies around us like a cloud, The world we do not see; Yet the sweet closing of an eye May bring us there to be. Its gentle breezes fan our cheeks Amid our worldly cares; Its gentle voices whisper love, And mingle with our...