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The Wild Colonial Boy — Andrew Barton Paterson	'Tis of a wild Colonial boy, Jack Doolan was his name, Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine. He was his father's only hope, his mother's...	621 views Rate it
A Watch In The Night — Algernon Charles Swinburne	Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright, ...	618 views Rate it
Home Burial — Robert Frost	He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over her shoulder at some fear. She took a doubtful step...	616 views Rate it
The Flitting — John Clare	I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place; The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and hardly know her face. I miss the...	616 views Rate it
Still that child — Mark Alan Klein	The days have come and gone With only memories of my past As my childhood seemed to fade away And carefree days don’t seem to last The wrinkles...	608 views Rate it
Rabbi Ben Ezra — Robert Browning	Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith 'A whole I planned,...	607 views Rate it
The Grey Monk — William Blake	1 'I die, I die!' the Mother said, 2 'My children die for lack of bread. 3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?' 4 The Monk sat down...	588 views Rate it
Complaint — William Carlos Williams	They call me and I go. It is a frozen road past midnight, a dust of snow caught in the rigid wheeltracks. The door opens. I smile, enter and shake...	587 views Rate it
Soldier An' Sailor Too — Rudyard Kipling	As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard o' the ~Crocodile~, I seed a man on a man-o'-war got up in the Reg'lars' style. 'E was scrapin' the paint from off...	585 views Rate it
Locksley Hall — Alfred Lord Tennyson	Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the...	576 views Rate it
Monarchs of Their Own Realm — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Amidst the grime and dirt there’s merriment and mirth. Children’s hands with mud and dirt giving life a new rebirth. Their whimpering and scampering not...	573 views Rate it
Enoch Arden — Alfred Lord Tennyson	Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf In cluster; then a...	572 views Rate it
Autumn — Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin	What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind?...	572 views Rate it
Ode: Intimations of Immortality — William Wordsworth	I...	571 views Rate it
The Everlasting Gospel — William Blake	The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision’s greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like thine; Mine has a snub nose like to mine. ...	571 views Rate it
On Another's Sorrow — William Blake	Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel...	570 views Rate it
A Poem From the Collective Unconscious — Karl Constantine FOLKES	Notices from the underworld “Strident active imagination” A psychoanalyst may call them Visitations that come my way As psychic forces with their...	562 views Rate it
On life — Brian Kobrenski	Love rushes in, like a breath of fresh air. Intoxicating, overwhelming, a feeling without...	559 views Rate it
From Love to Friendship — Voltaire	If you would have me love once more, The blissful age of love restore; From wine's free joys, and lovers' cares, Relentless time, who no man spares, Urges...	559 views Rate it
A Dream — Robert Burns	Guid-Mornin' to our Majesty! May Heaven augment your blisses On ev'ry new birth-day ye see, A humble poet wishes. My bardship here, at your Levee On...	559 views Rate it
Tree-Home — London Holbrook	A bird sings to my childhood, Through red of oak foliage, Trickling down centuries old bark, And young rusted nails. The little boy calls out, From...	557 views Rate it
The Birds — Hilaire Belloc	When Jesus Christ was four years old The angels brought Him toys of gold, Which no man ever had bought or...	557 views Rate it
I Am — John Clare	I am: yet what I am none cares or knows, My friends forsake me like a memory lost; I am the self-consumer of my woes, They rise and vanish in oblivious...	553 views Rate it
The Oaks of Midland's Valley — Gregory Baranoff	The Oaks of Midland’s Valley Dedicated to Paul and Louise Squibb, Ben and Kay Rich and Carl and Kathy Munger ...	548 views Rate it
Prometheus — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe	COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks, Yet thou must...	547 views Rate it