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Joyce Kilmer
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(1886-1918)
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A Blue Valentine
Monsignore,
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Alarm Clocks
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm
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Apology
For blows on the fort of evil
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As Winds That Blow Against A Star
Now by what whim of wanton chance
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Citizen of the World
No longer of Him be it said
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Dave Lilly
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout,
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Delicatessen
Why is that wanton gossip Fame
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Easter
The air is like a butterfly
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Easter Week
"Romantic Ireland's dead and gone,
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Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J.
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously,
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Folly
What distant mountains thrill and glow
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Gates and Doors
There was a gentle hostler
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Houses
When you shall die and to the sky
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In Memory
Serene and beautiful and very wise,
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In Memory of Rupert Brooke
In alien earth, across a troubled sea,
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Kings
The Kings of the earth are men of might,
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Lionel Johnson
There was a murkier tinge in London's air
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Love's Lantern
Because the road was steep and long
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Madness
The lonely farm, the crowded street,
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Main Street
I like to look at the blossomy track of the moon upon the sea,
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Martin
When I am tired of earnest men,
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Memorial Day
The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
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Mid-ocean in War-time
The fragile splendour of the level sea,
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Mount Houvenkopf
Serene he stands, with mist serenely crowned,
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Multiplication
I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well;
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Old Poets
If I should live in a forest
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Pennies
A few long-hoarded pennies in his hand
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Poets
Vain is the chiming of forgotten bells
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Prayer of a Soldier in France
My shoulders ache beneath my pack
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Queen Elizabeth Speaks
My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold,
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Roofs
The road is wide and the stars are out
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Roses
I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring,
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Servant Girl and Grocer's Boy
Her lips' remark was: "Oh, you kid!"
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St. Alexis, Patron of Beggars
We who beg for bread as we daily tread
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St. Laurence
Within the broken Vatican
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Stars
Bright stars, yellow stars, flashing through the air,
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Thanksgiving
The roar of the world is in my ears.
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The Annunciation
"Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith.
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The Apartment House
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky
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The Big Top
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart
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The Cathedral of Rheims
He who walks through the meadows of Champagne
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The Fourth Shepherd
On nights like this the huddled sheep
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The House with Nobody in It
Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track
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The New School
The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet
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The Proud Poet
One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed,
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The Robe of Christ
At the foot of the Cross on Calvary
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The Rosary
Not on the lute, nor harp of many strings
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The Singing Girl
There was a little maiden
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The Snowman in the Yard
The Judge's house has a splendid porch, with pillars and steps of
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The Thorn
The garden of God is a radiant place,
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The Twelve-Forty-Five
Within the Jersey City shed
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The Visitation
There is a wall of flesh before the eyes
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The White Ships and the Red
With drooping sail and pennant
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To a Blackbird and His Mate Who Died in the Spring
An iron hand has stilled the throats
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To a Young Poet who Killed Himself
When you had played with life a space
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To Certain Poets
Now is the rhymer's honest trade
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Trees
I think that I shall never see
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Vision
Homer, they tell us, was blind and could not see the beautiful faces
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Waverley
When, on a novel's newly printed page
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Wealth
From what old ballad, or from what rich frame
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