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After Blenheim — Robert Southey	It was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little...	1,111 views Rate it
The Soldier — Rupert Brooke	If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer...	1,108 views Rate it
The Cry Of The Children — Elizabeth Barrett Browning	Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers--- ...	1,102 views Rate it
The Fox Down in Bridge-Town — Owen Brasi	The wind outside is howling, Like a dog left out in the rain, Damp, despairing and dreadful, A ruthlessness to restrain. The whole house is shaking,...	1,100 views Rate it
To A Kiss — Robert Burns	Humid seal of soft affections, Tend'rest pledge of future bliss, Dearest tie of young connections, Love's first snow-drop, virgin...	1,097 views Rate it
Orpheus — William Shakespeare	? or John...	1,088 views Rate it
A Christmas Carol — Gilbert Keith Chesterton	The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap, His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all...	1,082 views Rate it
The Last of The Flock — William Wordsworth	I...	1,079 views Rate it
Garlands of Gold — Robin Loving	I dashed through a snowstorm, in search of a tree I had thirteen dollars, but found one for free. It was thrown in a pile, still nailed to a stand, ...	1,075 views Rate it
Little Boy Blue — Eugene Field	The little toy dog is covered with dust, But sturdy and stanch he stands; And the little toy soldier is red with rust, And his musket molds in his...	1,065 views Rate it
The Nightingale's Nest — John Clare	Up this green woodland-ride let’s softly rove, And list the nightingale - she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate softly clap, for fear The noise...	1,054 views Rate it
Unrequited Love — Nobody Nose	Unrequited Love Where are you? I look for you Nowhere to be found Nobody Knows Where my sweetest Of my heart The dream woman Who came my way By some...	1,049 views Rate it
THAT'S LIFE — mad hippie poet	Dream inside of a dream looking searching for something, someone, anything, anyone to bring back to reality, or is this half nightmare half dream my world...	1,032 views Rate it
On Work — Kahlil Gibran	Then a ploughman said, Speak to us of Work. And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth. ...	1,019 views Rate it
Who is Mariah? — Kari Michele Chrichlow	Mariah is how she Mariah’s She aspires to inspire Tho’ she isn’t aware, I swear It’s a wonderful Cross to bear A delightful smile she has The...	1,016 views Rate it
The Debutante (revised version) — Sommer Rains	1. Life without friends is empty and bleak. like the pit of quicksand That they all gather 'round sitting, staring, ...	1,007 views Rate it
God Help the Unheard Children — Leslie Kay Lanham	Children should be seen, not heard Who made up this rule? If this is how you truly feel Then you Sir, are a fool. Many children go unheard We look,...	1,001 views Rate it
Isabella or The Pot of Basil — John Keats	I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion dwell Without some stir of heart, some...	988 views Rate it
Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow	This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like...	977 views Rate it
The Sun Travels — Robert Louis Stevenson	The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning...	960 views Rate it
Still Broken — Stephen Puls	I see the edge of this bed It’s where you used to be When I had things in my head And you were there for me I look there now…you’re gone I can still...	958 views Rate it
To My Brothers — John Keats	Small, busy flames play through the fresh laid coals, And their faint cracklings o'er our silence creep Like whispers of the household gods that keep A...	941 views Rate it
The Mountain Whippoorwill — Stephen Vincent Benet	Up in the mountains, it's lonesome all the time, (Sof' win' slewin' thu' the sweet-potato vine.) Up in the mountains, it's lonesome for a child,...	910 views Rate it
The Grandmother — Alfred Lord Tennyson	I. And Willy, my eldest-born, is gone, you say, little Anne? Ruddy and white, and strong on his legs, he looks like a man. And Willy's wife has written:...	861 views Rate it
The Kitten And Falling Leaves — William Wordsworth	THAT way look, my Infant, lo! What a pretty baby-show! See the kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves that fall, Withered leaves---one---two---and...	848 views Rate it