Poems about Song poems

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One Song, America, Before I Go by Walt Whitman

ONE song, America, before I go, I'd sing, o'er all the rest, with trumpet sound, For thee--the Future. I'd sow a seed for thee of endless Nationality; I'd fashion thy Ensemble, including

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Song by Ezra Pound

Winter is icummen in,Lhude sing Goddamm,Raineth drop and staineth slop,and how the wind doth ramm,Sing: Goddamm.Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,An ague hath my ham.Freezeth river, turneth liver,D

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Glycine's Song by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted: And poised therein a bird so boldSweet bird, thou wert enchanted! He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd Within that shaft of sunny m

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The Song Of The Shirt by Thomas Hood

The Song of the ShirtWith fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread-- Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunge

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The Matin-Song Of Friar Tuck by Alfred Noyes

I.If souls could sing to heaven's high KingAs blackbirds pipe on earth,How those delicious courts would ringWith gusts of lovely mirth!What white-robed throng could lift a songSo mellow with rig

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The Song Of Callicles by Matthew Arnold

Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts,Thick breaks the red flame.All Etna heaves fiercelyHer forest-clothed frame.Not here, O Apollo!Are haunts meet for thee.But, where Helicon breaks downIn

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Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats

Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That's all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at you, and I sigh.Author: William Butl

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Harvest Song by Jean Toomer

I am a reaper whose muscles set at sundown. All my oats are cradled. But I am too chilled, and too fatigued to bind them. And I hunger. I crack a grain between my teeth. I do not taste it. I have

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Sky Song by Robert Desnos

The flower of the Alps told the seashell: "You're shining"The seashell told the sea: "You echo"The sea told the boat: "You're shuddering"The boat told the fire: "You're glowing brightly"The fire t

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Song At Sunset by Walt Whitman

SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me! Hour prophetic--hour resuming the past! Inflating my throat--you, divine average! You, Earth and Life, till the last ray gleams, I sing. Op

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Song Of The Son by Jean Toomer

Pour O pour that parting soul in songO pour it in the sawdust glow of nightInto the velvet pine-smoke air tonight,And let the valley carry it along.And let the valley carry it along.O land and so

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The Song Of Songs by King Solomon

The Bride and the Daughters of Jerusalem The Song of songs, which is Solomon's.Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:for thy love is better than wine. Because of the savor of thy good oint

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