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Best Famous Bettered Poems

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Written by Thomas Hardy | Create an image from this poem

The Temporary The All

 CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime,
Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen;
Wrought us fellowly, and despite divergence,
Friends interblent us.
"Cherish him can I while the true one forthcome-- Come the rich fulfiller of my prevision; Life is roomy yet, and the odds unbounded.
" So self-communed I.
Thwart my wistful way did a damsel saunter, Fair not fairest, good not best of her feather; "Maiden meet," held I, "till arise my forefelt Wonder of women.
" Long a visioned hermitage deep desiring, Tenements uncouth I was fain to house in; "Let such lodging be for a breath-while," thought I, "Soon a more seemly.
"Then, high handiwork will I make my life-deed, Truth and Light outshow; but the ripe time pending, Intermissive aim at the thing sufficeth.
" Thus I .
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But lo, me! Mistress, friend, place, aims to be bettered straightway, Bettered not has Fate or my hand's achieving; Sole the showance those of my onward earth-track-- Never transcended!


Written by Alan Seeger | Create an image from this poem

After an Epigram of Clement Marot

 The lad I was I longer now 
Nor am nor shall be evermore.
Spring's lovely blossoms from my brow Have shed their petals on the floor.
Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine Above all gods' best served by me.
Dear Love, could life again be mine How bettered should that service be!
Written by Sidney Lanier | Create an image from this poem

The Harlequin Of Dreams

 Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found,
Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep,
Thou, giant Harlequin of Dreams, dost leap
Upon my spirit's stage.
Then Sight and Sound, Then Space and Time, then Language, Mete and Bound, And all familiar Forms that firmly keep Man's reason in the road, change faces, peep Betwixt the legs and mock the daily round.
Yet thou canst more than mock: sometimes my tears At midnight break through bounden lids -- a sign Thou hast a heart: and oft thy little leaven Of dream-taught wisdom works me bettered years.
In one night witch, saint, trickster, fool divine, I think thou'rt Jester at the Court of Heaven!
Written by William Shakespeare | Create an image from this poem

Sonnet 75: So are you to my thoughts as food to life

 So are you to my thoughts as food to life,
Or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then bettered that the world may see my pleasure; Sometimes all full with feasting on your sight, And by and by clean starvèd for a look; Possessing or pursuing no delight Save what is had, or must from you be took.
Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day, Or gluttoning on all, or all away.