Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/"A Bruised Reed Shall He Not Break"

I will accept thy will to do and be,

   Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,

   Thy will at least to love, that burns within

      And thirsteth after Me:

So will I render fruitful, blessing still,

   The germs and...

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Poems of Passion/The Common Lot

It is a common fate—a woman's lot—

      To waste on one the riches of her soul,

Who takes the wealth she gives him, but cannot

      Repay the interest, and much less the whole.


As I look up into your eyes and wait
...

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Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,

There's father's blood, there's brother's blood;

And blood's a bar I cannot pass:

I choose the stairs that mount above,

Stair after golden skyward stair,

To city and to sea of...

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The collected poems of James Elroy Flecker/Don Juan in Hell

A great stone man rose like a tower on board,

   Stood at the helm and cleft the flood profound:

But the calm hero, leaning on his sword,

   Gazed back, and would not offer one look round.

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Poems of Passion/A Fable

Some cawing Crows, a hooting Owl,

A Hawk, a Canary, an old Marsh-Fowl,

One day all meet together

To hold a caucus and settle the fate

Of a certain bird (without a mate),

A bird of another feather.


"...

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Poems of Charles Baudelaire/A Former Life

Long since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,

By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,

Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,

Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.

 

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Goblin Market and Other Poems (1862)/At Home

When I was dead, my spirit turned

   To seek the much-frequented house:

I passed the door, and saw my friends

   Feasting beneath the green orange boughs;

From hand to hand they pushed the wine,

   They sucked the...

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Her — "last Poems" —

Her — "last Poems" —

Poets — ended —

Silver — perished — with her Tongue —

Not on Record — bubbled other,

Flute — or Woman —

So divine —

Not unto its Summer — Morning

Robin — uttered Half the...

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The Hundred Best Poems (lyrical) in the English language - second series
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Poems of Charles Baudelaire/The Sky

Where'er he be, on water or land,
Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;

One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,...

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