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Poets by Joyce Kilmer

Poets by Joyce Kilmer Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells That the wind sways above a ruined shrine. Vainer

Exposure by Wilfred Owen I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . .

One Day by Rupert Brooke Today I have been happy. All the day I held the memory of you, and

Far Off-Shore by Herman Melville Look, the raft, a signal flying, Thin a shred; None upon the lashed spars lying,

Preludes by T. S. Eliot I The winter evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o’clock. The

A Dream by Matthew Aronold Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thought we sail’d, Martin and I, down the

A Drinking Song by W.B. Yests Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s

Requiescat by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

The Dance at the Pheoenix by Thomas Hardy To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone, His

Dream Land by Christina Rossetti Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charm’d sleep: Awake

“LUCY” by Oliver Wendell Holmes “Lucy.” The old familiar name Is now, as always, pleasant, Its liquid melody the

The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I

Beauty and Beauty by Rupert Brooke When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair, The earth is

In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark

A Valentine by Lewis Carroll And cannot pleasures, while they last, Be actual unless, when past, They leave us shuddering