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Famous Down To Me Poems by Famous Poets

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by Lindsay, Vachel
...and Splendor haunt me as I go.
Though my good works have been, alas, too few,
Though I do naught, High Heaven comes down to me,
And future ages pass in tall review.
I see the years to come as armies vast,
Stalking tremendous through the fields of time.
MAN is unborn. To-morrow he is born,
Flame-like to hover o'er the moil and grime,
Striving, aspiring till the shame is gone,
Sowing a million flowers, where now we mourn—
Laying new, precious pavements with a so...Read More

by Tennyson, Alfred Lord
...ut let me live my life.’

He sang his song, and I replied with mine:
I found it in a volume, all of songs,
Knock’d down to me, when old Sir Robert’s pride,
His books–the more the pity, so I said–
Came to the hammer here in March–and this–
I set the words, and added names I knew.

‘Sleep, Ellen Aubrey, sleep, and dream of me:
Sleep, Ellen, folded in thy sister’s arm,
And sleeping, haply dream her arm is mine.
‘Sleep, Ellen, folded in Emilia’s arm;
Emilia, fairer ...Read More

by Brooke, Rupert
...! Therefore I kept ready the altar, lit
The flame, burning apart.
Face of my dreams vainly in vision white
Gleaming down to me, lo! hopeless I rise now. For about midnight
Whispers grew through the wood suddenly, strange cries in the boughs above
Grated, cries like a laugh. Silent and black then through the sacred grove
Great birds flew, as a dream, troubling the leaves, passing at length.
I knew
Long expected and long loved, that afar, God of the dim wood, yo...Read More

by Whitman, Walt me, limber-hipp’d
Stand at my side till I lean as high as I can upon you, 
Fill me with albescent honey, bend down to me, 
Rub to me with your chafing beard, rub to my breast and shoulders. 

The old face of the mother of many children! 
Whist! I am fully content.

Lull’d and late is the smoke of the First-day morning, 
It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences, 
It hangs thin by the sassafras, the wild-cherry, and the cat-brier under them. 

I...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
Down he goes if there's no advance, 
Third, and last time, one! two! three!" 
And the old grey horse was knocked down to me. 
And now he's wandering, fat and sleek, 
On the lucerne flats by the Homestead Creek; 
I dare not ride him for fear he's fall, 
But he does a journey to beat them all, 
For though he scarcely a trot can raise, 
He can take me back to the droving days....Read More

by Robinson, Edwin Arlington the main road 
When Archibald, with one hand on his back
And the other clutching his huge-headed cane, 
Came limping down to meet us.—“Well! well! well!” 
Said he; and then he looked at my red face, 
All streaked with dust and sweat, and shook my hand, 
And said it must have been a right smart walk
That we had had that day from Tilbury Town.— 
“Magnificent,” said Isaac; and he told 
About the beautiful west wind there was 
Which cooled and clarified the atmosphere....Read More

by Kipling, Rudyard
...mother o' mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!...Read More

by Collins, Billy
that hangs from his neck like a golden fish.
He moves forward to the edge of the stage
and hands the instrument down to me
and nods that I should play.
So I put the mouthpiece to my lips
and blow into it with all my living breath.
We are all so foolish,
my long bebop solo begins by saying,
so damn foolish
we have become beautiful without even knowing it....Read More

by Whitman, Walt
...lliness out of me.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night; 
Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation; 
(The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen close; 
I find its purpose and place up there toward the wintry sky.) 

The sharp-hoof’d moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the
 chickadee, the prairie-dog,
The litter of the grunting sow as they tug at her teats, 
The brood of the turkey-hen, and she wi...Read More

by Jong, Erica
...smelled of other women.

I think of you
on Sunday afternoons.

Your sweet head would bow,
like a child somehow,
down to me -
and your hair and your eyes were wild.

We would embrace on the floor-
You see my back´s still sore.
You knew how easily I bruised,
It´s a soreness I would never lose.

I think of you
on Sunday afternoons....Read More

by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...on wings dost ride: 
Love it is evening now and Thou away; 
Love, it grows darker here and Thou art above; 
Love, come down to me if Thy name be Love.

My national old Egyptian reed gave way; 
I took of vine a cross-barred rod or rood.
Then next I hungered: Love when here, they say, 
Or once or never took love's proper food; 
But I must yield the chase, or rest and eat. - 
Peace and food cheered me where four rough ways meet.

Hear yet my paradox: Love, when ...Read More

by Byron, George (Lord) thought; the while
Which made me both to weep and smile -
I sometimes deem'd that it might be
My brother's soul come down to me;
But then at last away it flew,
And then 'twas mortal well I knew,
For he would never thus have flown,
And left me twice so doubly lone, -
Lone as the corse within its shroud,
Lone as a solitary cloud,
A single cloud on a sunny day,
While all the rest of heaven is clear,
A frown upon the atmosphere,
That hath no business to appear
When skies are b...Read More

by Riley, James Whitcomb
...est on the tree -- 
And so her love, beyond the reach of me, 
Is dearest in my sight. Sweet breezes, bow 
Her heart down to me where I worship now! 

She looms aloft where every eye may see 
The ripest peach is highest on the tree. 
Such fruitage as her love I know, alas! 
I may not reach here from the orchard grass. 

I drink the sunshine showered past her lips 
As roses drain the dewdrop as it drips. 
The ripest peach is highest on the tree, 
And so mine eye...Read More

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