ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
Let it not your wonder move,
Less your laughter, that I love.
Though I now write fifty years, ...
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,...
Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations, ...
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? say?"...
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"...
O wearisome condition of humanity!
Born under one law, to another bound;
Vainly begot and yet forbidden vanity;...
The morning comes, and thickening clouds prevail,
Hanging like curtains all the horizon round,
Or overhead in heavy stillness sail;...
I struck the board, and cried, "No more;
I will abroad!
What? shall I ever sigh and pine? ...
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood ...
What is he buzzing in my ears?
"Now that I come to die,
Do I view the world as a vale of tears?"...
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