Best Famous Ive Poems

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• All Famous Ive Poems

Written by Jane Austen | Ive a Pain in my Head 'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take for't?' Said this Doctor so dread Whose name it was Newnham. 'For this pain in your head Ah! What can you do Ma'am?' Said Miss Beckford, 'Suppose If you think there's no risk, I take a good Dose Of calomel brisk. '-- 'What a praise worthy Notion. ' Replied Mr. Newnham. 'You shall have such a potion And so will I too Ma'am. '

Written by Thomas Moore | Ive a Secret to Tell Thee I've a secret to tell thee, but hush! not here -- Oh! not where the world its vigil keeps: I'll seek, to whisper it in thine ear, Some shore where the Spirit of Silence sleeps; Where Summer's wave unmurmuring dies, Nor fay can hear the fountain's gush; Where, if but a note her night-bird sighs, The rose saith, chidingly, "Hush, sweet, hush!" There, amid the deep silence of that hour, When stars can be heard in ocean dip, Thyself shall, under some rosy bower, Sit mute, with thy finger on thy lip: Like him, the boy, who born among The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush, Sits ever thus -- his only song To earth and heaven, "Hush, all, hush!"

Written by Emily Dickinson | Ive known a Heaven like a Tent I've known a Heaven, like a Tent -- To wrap its shining Yards -- Pluck up its stakes, and disappear -- Without the sound of Boards Or Rip of Nail -- Or Carpenter -- But just the miles of Stare -- That signalize a Show's Retreat -- In North America -- No Trace -- no Figment of the Thing That dazzled, Yesterday, No Ring -- no Marvel -- Men, and Feats -- Dissolved as utterly -- As Bird's far Navigation Discloses just a Hue -- A plash of Oars, a Gaiety -- Then swallowed up, of View.

Written by Richard Brautigan | Ive Never Had It Done So Gently Before The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I've never had it done so gently before. You have put a circle of castles around my ***** and you swirl them like sunlight on the wings of birds.

Written by Emily Dickinson | Ive dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- I've dropped my Brain -- My Soul is numb -- The Veins that used to run Stop palsied -- 'tis Paralysis Done perfecter on stone Vitality is Carved and cool. My nerve in Marble lies -- A Breathing Woman Yesterday -- Endowed with Paradise. Not dumb -- I had a sort that moved -- A Sense that smote and stirred -- Instincts for Dance -- a caper part -- An Aptitude for Bird -- Who wrought Carrara in me And chiselled all my tune Were it a Witchcraft -- were it Death -- I've still a chance to strain To Being, somewhere -- Motion -- Breath -- Though Centuries beyond, And every limit a Decade -- I'll shiver, satisfied.

Written by Thomas Moore | The Time Ive Lost In Wooing The time I've lost in wooing, In watching and pursuing The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing. Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me, I scorn'd the lore she brought me, My only books Were women's looks, And folly's all they taught me. Her smile when Beauty granted, I hung with gaze enchanted, Like him the Sprite Whom maids by night Oft meet in glen that's haunted. Like him, too, Beauty won me; But when the spell was on me, If once their ray Was turn'd away, O! winds could not outrun me. And are those follies going? And is my proud heart growing Too cold or wise For brillant eyes Again to set it glowing? No -- vain, alas! th' endeavour From bonds so sweet to sever: -- Poor Wisdom's chance Against a glance Is now as weak as ever.

Written by Emily Dickinson | Im ceded -- Ive stopped being Theirs -- I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I've finished threading -- too -- Baptized, before, without the choice, But this time, consciously, of Grace -- Unto supremest name -- Called to my Full -- The Crescent dropped -- Existence's whole Arc, filled up, With one small Diadem. My second Rank -- too small the first -- Crowned -- Crowing -- on my Father's breast -- A half unconscious Queen -- But this time -- Adequate -- Erect, With Will to choose, or to reject, And I choose, just a Crown --

Written by Emily Dickinson | Ive heard an Organ talk sometimes I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said -- Yet held my breath, the while -- And risen up -- and gone away, A more Berdardine Girl -- Yet -- know not what was done to me In that old Chapel Aisle.

Written by Emily Dickinson | Im wife -- Ive finished that I'm "wife" -- I've finished that -- That other state -- I'm Czar -- I'm "Woman" now -- It's safer so -- How odd the Girl's life looks Behind this soft Eclipse -- I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven -- now -- This being comfort -- then That other kind -- was pain -- But why compare? I'm "Wife"! Stop there!

Written by Emily Dickinson | Ive got an arrow here I've got an arrow here. Loving the hand that sent it I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in "skirmish"! Vanquished, my soul will know By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer's bow.