Poems

Abou Ben Adhem by Leigh Hunt

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,And saw, within the moonlight in his room,Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,An angel writing in a book of gold:—Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,And to the presence in the room he said,“What writest thou?”—The vision raised …

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Television by Roald Dahl

The most important thing we’ve learned,So far as children are concerned,Is never, NEVER, NEVER letThem near your television set —Or better still, just don’t installThe idiotic thing at all.In almost every house we’ve been,We’ve watched them gaping at the screen.They loll and slop and lounge about,And stare until their eyes pop out.(Last week in someone’s …

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After Blenheim by Robert Southey

It was a summer evening,Old Kaspar’s work was done,And he before his cottage doorWas sitting in the sun,And by him sported on the greenHis little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother PeterkinRoll something large and round,Which he beside the rivuletIn playing there had found;He came to ask what he had found,That was so large, and …

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The Bangle Sellers by Sarojini Naidu

Bangle sellers are we who bearOur shining loads to the temple fair…Who will buy these delicate, brightRainbow-tinted circles of light?Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,For happy daughters and happy wives. Some are meet for a maiden’s wrist,Silver and blue as the mountain mist,Some are flushed like the buds that dreamOn the tranquil brow of a woodland …

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Ode on a Grecian Urn by John Keats

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus expressA flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shapeOf deities or mortals, or of both,In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to …

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To Autumn by John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And …

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