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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. 

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance." 

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. 

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her,... (Read full poem)

2. Tonight I Can Write - written by Pablo Neruda
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes... (Read full poem)

As I sat by my baby's bed
That's open to the sky,
There fluttered round and round my head
A radiant butterfly.

And as I wept -- of hearts that ache
The saddest in the land --
It left a lily for my sake,
And lighted on my hand.

I watched it, oh, so... (Read full poem)

4. IX. O Poverty! though from thy haggard eye... - written by William Lisle Bowles
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O POVERTY! though from thy haggard eye, 
Thy cheerless mein, of every charm bereft, 
Thy brow, that hope's last traces long have left, 
Vain Fortune's feeble sons with terror fly; 
Thy rugged paths with pleasure I attend; -- 
For Fancy, that... (Read full poem)

O, Poverty! though from thy haggard eye,
Thy cheerless mien, of every charm bereft,
Thy brow that Hope's last traces long have left,
Vain Fortune's feeble sons with terror fly;
I love thy solitary haunts to seek.
For Pity, reckless of her own... (Read full poem)

6. I. Written at Tinemouth, Northumberland, after a Tempestuous Voyage. - written by William Lisle Bowles
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AS slow I climb the cliff's ascending side, 
Much musing on the track of terror past 
When o'er the dark wave rode the howling blast 
Pleas'd I look back, and view the tranquil tide, 
That laves the pebbled shore; and now the beam 
Of... (Read full poem)

The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,
And the Year
On the earth is her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Is lying.
Come, Months, come away,
From November to May,
In... (Read full poem)

8. A Year Ago - written by Robert William Service
From Carols of an Old Codger. Read 530 times on Poetry Connection.

I'm sitting by the fire tonight,
        The cat purrs on the rug;
The room's abrim with rosy light,
        Suavely soft and snug;
And safe and warm from dark and storm
        It's cosiness I hug.
        
Then petulant the window pane... (Read full poem)

Fearing that she might go one day
With some fine fellow of her choice,
I called her from her childish play,
And made a record of her voice.
And now that she is truly gone,
I hear it sweet and crystal clear
From out my wheezy gramophone:... (Read full poem)

10. The Dedication To A Book Of Stories Selected From The Irish Novelists - written by William Butler Yeats
From The Rose. Published in 1893. Read 1009 times on Poetry Connection.

There was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this tragic Eire;
And from its murmuring greenness, calm of Faery,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.

It charmed away the merchant from his guile,
And turned the farmer's... (Read full poem)

NOT her own sorrow only that hath place
Upon yon gentle face.
Too slight have been her childhood’s years to gain
The imprint of such pain.
It hid behind her laughing hours, and wrought
Each curve in saddest thought
On brow and lips and eyes.... (Read full poem)

12. Melancholetta - written by Lewis Carroll
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With saddest music all day long
She soothed her secret sorrow:
At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong
Such cheerful words to borrow.
Dearest, a sweeter, sadder song
I'll sing to thee to-morrow." 

I thanked her, but I could not say
That... (Read full poem)

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Ere-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth,
Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring,
And joyous news of heav'nly Infants birth,
My muse with Angels did divide to sing;
But headlong joy is ever on the wing,
In Wintry solstice like the shortn'd... (Read full poem)

14. To A Skylark - written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou... (Read full poem)

I'm dead.
Officially I'm dead. Their hope is past.
How long I stood as missing! Now, at... (Read full poem)

16. The Dance At The Phoenix - written by Thomas Hardy
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To Jenny came a gentle youth 
   From inland leazes lone; 
His love was fresh as apple-blooth 
   By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. 
And duly he entreated her 
To be his tender minister, 
   And call him aye her own. 

Fair Jenny's life had hardly been... (Read full poem)