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Who is your favourite poet?

I personally love Alfred Lord Tennyson. Especially the charge of the light brigade.

Posted - October 23, 2017
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  • 2658
    A Psalm of Life
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807 - 1882

    What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

    Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
    “Life is but an empty dream!”
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,
    And things are not what they seem.

    Life is real! Life is earnest!
    And the grave is not its goal;
    “Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
    Was not spoken of the soul.

    Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
    Is our destined end or way;
    But to act, that each to-morrow
    Finds us farther than to-day.

    Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
    And our hearts, though stout and brave,
    Still, like muffled drums, are beating
    Funeral marches to the grave.

    In the world’s broad field of battle,
    In the bivouac of Life,
    Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
    Be a hero in the strife!

    Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
    Let the dead Past bury its dead!
    Act,--act in the living Present!
    Heart within, and God o’erhead!

    Lives of great men all remind us
    We can make our lives sublime,
    And, departing, leave behind us
    Footprints on the sands of time;

    Footprints, that perhaps another,
    Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
    A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
    Seeing, shall take heart again.

    Let us, then, be up and doing,
    With a heart for any fate;
    Still achieving, still pursuing
    Learn to labor and to wait.

      October 23, 2017 3:26 PM MDT
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  • 6124
    I have so many poets that I like so I'll post one of my favorite poems for you

    The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    And looked down one as far as I could
    To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
    Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
    Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same,

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference. 



      October 23, 2017 3:43 PM MDT
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  • 14795
    I don't have one ,but I do know it's Poet's day again this coming Friday's afternoon at 3.30 pm.....
      October 23, 2017 3:53 PM MDT
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  • 16829
    Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson.

    Wilt thou love me, sweet, when my hair is grey
    And my cheeks shall have lost their hue?
    When the charms of youth shall have passed away
    Will your love of as old prove true?

    For the looks may change, and the heart may range
    And the love be no longer fond.
    Will you love with truth in the years of youth
    And away to the years beyond?

    Oh I love thee, sweet, for your locks of brown
    And the blush on your cheek that lies 
    But I love you most for the kindly heart
    That I see in your clear blue eyes.

    For the eyes are signs of the soul within
    Of the heart that is leal and true
    And mine own sweetheart, I will love you still
    For as long as your eyes are blue. 

    For the locks may bleach, and the cheeks of peach
    May be reft of their golden hue
    But mine own sweetheart, I will love thee still
    For as long as your eyes are blue. 
      October 23, 2017 4:17 PM MDT
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