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  1. Hace 4 días · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)

  2. Hace 2 días · See, there is hardly a daisy. 'Here again, here, here, here, happy year'! O warble unchidden, unbidden! And all the winters are hidden. 'Summer is coming, summer is coming. I know it, I know it, I know it. Light again, leaf again, life again, love again,' Yes, my wild little Poet. Sing t.

  3. Hace 4 días · Poems Quotes Books Biography Comments Images Idylls Of The King: The Passing Of Arthur (excerpt) That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man was no more than a voice In the white winter of his age, to those With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.

  4. Hace 2 días · Emily Dickinson (2414 poems) 2. Madison Julius Cawein (1231 poems) 3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1136 poems) 4. William Wordsworth (1016 poems) 5. Robert Burns (986 poems) 6. Edgar Albert Guest (945 poems) 7. Thomas Moore (849 poems) 8. Robert Service (831 poems)

  5. Hace 2 días · Into the mouth of Hell. Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air. Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while. All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke. Right thro' the line they broke;

  6. Hace 5 días · Obiit Mdcccxxxiii (entire) Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove; Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot. Is on the skull which thou hast made.

  7. Hace 4 días · Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep, Thro' all this changing world of changeless law, And every phase of ever-heightening life, And nine long months of antenatal gloom, With this last moon, this crescent--her dark orb. Touch'd with earth 's light--thou comest, darling boy; Our own; a babe in lineament and limb.