ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
I lov’d thee from the earliest dawn,
When first I saw thy beauty’s ray,
And will, until life’s eve comes on,...
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; ...
This rose-tree is not made to bear
The violet blue, nor lily fair,
Nor the sweet mignionet: ...
At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
When you set your fancies free,
Will they pass to where—by death, fools think, imprisoned—...
It ever was allow’d, dear Madam,
Ev’n from the days of father Adam,
Of all perfection flesh is heir to, ...
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,...
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb;
The dawning beam that gan to clear ...
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;...
The lords of life, the lords of life,—
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,...
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