Looking For A Poem
(7/23/2006 10:45:00 AM)
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Whilst attending grammar school (high school) in England between 1964 and 1969, I remember reading a poem sometime between first and fourth years, which went something like this:
' What is this World, if full of care,
We have no time, to stand and stare,
No time wait, till her mouth can,
Enrich that smile, her eyes began, ...'
I am not certain of the accuracy of the text, but the general gist is correct.
If someone can help, I would greatly appreciate.
(7/23/2006 1:01:00 AM)
I am looking for a poem I read a long time ago and I can only remember the first few sentences.
On the road to love expect to see a broken branch a fallen tree. Slippery rock wet from tears lonely eyes and lonely years.
If anyone know the rest I will be forever greatful.
(7/17/2006 12:32:00 AM)
Hello to all. Please help me! ! ! I am looking for a poem by Emily Dickinson(maybe? ? ?) that goes something like this-'Poor creature-you flew far-but not so far as the forest......though time re-feather the wing and ankle slip the ring, the once confined thing is never again free' This is a poem I loved as a child. Please help me to find it. I have been searching for about two years now.
Thanks to all
(7/16/2006 7:19:00 PM)
Hi, I heard this poem by this Def Poet that came to my college this past school year. It was about this poor guy who wanted to look cool for his image so bad that he goes and kills someone for their Jordan's. It was very well written and the poet that read it out loud (he did not write it) said that this was the poem that inspired him to really write poetry. Horrible memory stops me from remembering the poet's name or the title of the poem that he read. If someone know what poem I am talking about please help me out, it's been killing me in the back of my head for a long time now, thanks.
(7/12/2006 1:50:00 PM)
About 30 years ago my grandfather gave me a very small wrapped package. Attached to it was a poem, that said something to the effect of, this being a package that can't be opened, and being filled with love. My new puppy decided the poem was a good snack, and I have been trying to find it ever since. Does anyone happen to know what the poem is? Thank you!
(7/7/2006 5:44:00 PM)
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My Grandfather recited a poem to me called 'My Old Ford' one of the verses is 'there's a rattle in the front and a grind in the rear'. Has anyone ever heard it before? I believe I am missing a verse or two. Thanks!Replies for this message:
(7/11/2006 5:56:00 PM)
Thank you so much Herbert! That is the one. My grandfather told it to me on his knee when I was a little girl. I don't think he even knew the enire poem. My family is going to love this! Thanks ... more
(7/11/2006 7:42:00 AM)
How about this: My Old Ford Of my old Ford they all make fun, They said she was born about 1901; Well, maybe she was, but this I'll bet, She's good for a many a long mile yet. ... more
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(7/7/2006 4:15:00 PM)
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I'm looking for a poem/lyric. My greatgrandmother used to recite this and my grandmother needs it desperately. We don't have the name of the author or title or even a verse.
It's about the uprising of India against the British Raj. Words in the poem include Turban, Clap/Boom, Scottish.
Basically it's about the revolt against English occupation, the english gets attacked and massacred but before all hope is lost a woman (english I suppose) hears the Scottish band(?) marching to their rescue.
I've spent hours today and yesterday searching. I'm not even sure that it can be found on the web.
If anyone can help me I'd be most grateful.
(7/5/2006 9:30:00 PM)
I am looking for a poem entitled 'Horatio Speaks.' Can anyone help?
(7/4/2006 6:41:00 PM)
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I was looking for a certain poem... dont know who its by or anything, I just know that its two lines, in the first line the words either bud or blossom are in it... then the second line is 'bloom to parish'.
Care to help me if you know the entire poem?
(7/1/2006 8:59:00 PM)
Hey im looking for a poem on physical journeys can anyone help?