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A new poem every day — drawn at random from 40,000 English poems at PoeTree collection (poetree.org).

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 16h

📖 CONSOLATION 👤 Arnold, Matthew (1822—1888) Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while I languish, Everywhere countless Prospects unroll themselves, And countless beings Pass countless moods. Far hence, in Asia,

📖 CONSOLATION 👤 Arnold, Matthew (1822—1888)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 03/10/2026

📖 TWO METHODS. 👤 Bierce, Ambrose (1842—1914) To bucks and ewes by the Good Shepherd fed The Priest delivers masses for the dead, And even from estrays outside the fold Death for the masses he would not withhold. The Parson, loth alike to free or kill,

📖 TWO METHODS. 👤 Bierce, Ambrose (1842—1914)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 02/10/2026

📖 WASTED LOVE 👤 Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837—1909) What shall be done for sorrow With love whose race is run? Where help is none to borrow, What shall be done? In vain his hands have spun The web, or drawn the furrow: No rest their toil hath won. His task is all gone thorough,

📖 WASTED LOVE 👤 Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837—1909)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 01/10/2026

📖 THE PHILOSOPHERS 👤 Earls, Michael (1875—1937) But the children are the wise men, With the clearest heart and mind; If two and one are three, they say, Then truth is near to find; If this be now that once was not, If things must have a cause, Then very simple is the sum

📖 THE PHILOSOPHERS 👤 Earls, Michael (1875—1937)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

📖 ON ENTERING SWITZERLAND. 👤 Bowles, William Lisle (1762—1850) Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view, Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue, The streams, and vales, and hills, that steal away.

📖 ON ENTERING SWITZERLAND. 👤 Bowles, William Lisle (1762—1850)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

📖 A CANADIAN SUMMER EVENING. 👤 Leprohon, Rosanna Eleanor (1829—1879) The rose-tints have faded from out of the West, From the Mountain's high peak, from the river's broad breast. And, silently shadowing valley and rill, The twilight steals noiselessly over the hill.

📖 A CANADIAN SUMMER EVENING. 👤 Leprohon, Rosanna Eleanor (1829—1879)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

📖 TO THE SAME FLOWER 👤 Wordsworth, William (1770—1850) Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet: February last, my heart First at sight of thee was glad; All unheard of as thou art, Thou must needs, I think, have had, Celandine! and long ago,

📖 TO THE SAME FLOWER 👤 Wordsworth, William (1770—1850)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

📖 Mesmerism 👤 Pound, Ezra (1885—1972) Aye you're a man that! ye old mesmerizer Tyin’ your meanin’ in seventy swadelin's, One must of needs be a hang'd early riser To catch you at worm turning. Holy Odd's bodykins! “Cat's i’ the water butt!” Thought's in your verse-barrel,

📖 Mesmerism 👤 Pound, Ezra (1885—1972)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

📖 ADVENTURE OF A POET 👤 Murray, Robert Fuller (1863—1894) As I was walking down the street A week ago, Near Henderson's I chanced to meet A man I know. His name is Alexander Bell, His home, Dundee; I do not know him quite so well As he knows me. He gave my hand a hearty shake,

📖 ADVENTURE OF A POET 👤 Murray, Robert Fuller (1863—1894)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

📖 TEETH-SETTING 👤 Lehmann, R. C. (1856—1929) When the thunder-shaking German hosts are marching over France — Lo, the glinting of the bayonet and the quiver of the lance!— When a rowdy rampant KAISER, stout and mad and middle-aged,

📖 TEETH-SETTING 👤 Lehmann, R. C. (1856—1929)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

📖 VERSE: THE PRESENT 👤 Procter, Adelaide Anne (1825—1864) Do not crouch to-day, and worship The old Past, whose life is fled, Hush your voice to tender reverence; Crowned he lies, but cold and dead: For the Present reigns our monarch, With an added weight of hours;

📖 VERSE: THE PRESENT 👤 Procter, Adelaide Anne (1825—1864)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

📖 ‘ TIS MORNING NOW 👤 Parker, Gilbert (1862—1932) ‘ Tis morning now, and dreams and fears are gone, And sleep has calmed the fever in my veins, And I am strong to drink the cup that drains The last drop through my lips, and make no moan. Strength I have borrowed from the outward show

📖 ‘ TIS MORNING NOW 👤 Parker, Gilbert (1862—1932)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

📖 BEHOLD THE EARTH 👤 Wilcox, Ella Wheeler (1850—1919) Behold the earth swung in among the stars Fit home for gods if men were only kind - Do thou thy part to shape it to those ends, By shaping thine own life to perfectness. Seek nothing for thyself or thine own kin

📖 BEHOLD THE EARTH 👤 Wilcox, Ella Wheeler (1850—1919)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

📖 THE COMING OF NIGHT. 👤 Dickinson, Emily (1830—1886) How the old mountains drip with sunset, And the brake of dun! How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel By the wizard sun! How the old steeples hand the scarlet, Till the ball is full, — Have I the lip of the flamingo

📖 THE COMING OF NIGHT. 👤 Dickinson, Emily (1830—1886)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

📖 SIR GUY'S ANSWER 👤 Freneau, Philip Morin (1752—1832) We have reason to think there will soon be a peace, And that war with the Rebels will certainly cease; But, be that as it will, I would have you to know That as matters are changing, we soon may change too;

📖 SIR GUY'S ANSWER 👤 Freneau, Philip Morin (1752—1832)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

📖 * ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH 👤 Wallace, Edgar (1875—1932) Father of all! Robed in splendour, Thou who dost wield Almighty power, All things are thine, Fruitage and flower — Cattle and kine — Vineyard and field! Hear, when we call. Praising the Sender! Father of all!

📖 * ODE TO THE OPENING OF THE SOUTH 👤 Wallace, Edgar (1875—1932)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

📖 INFANT SORROW 👤 Blake, William (1757—1827) My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’ s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best

📖 INFANT SORROW 👤 Blake, William (1757—1827)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

📖 BY THE SEA. 👤 Howells, William Dean (1837—1920) I walked with her I love by the sea, The deep came up with its chanting waves, Making a music so great and free That the will and the faith, which were dead in me, Awoke and rose from their graves. Chanting, and with a regal sweep

📖 BY THE SEA. 👤 Howells, William Dean (1837—1920)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

📖 Anthem. 👤 Thompson, Francis (1859—1907) In nescientness, in nescientness, Mother, we put these fleshly lendings on Thou yield'st to thy poor children; took thy gift Of life, which must, in all the after-days, Be craved again with tears,— With fresh and still-petitionary tears.

📖 Anthem. 👤 Thompson, Francis (1859—1907)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

📖 EARTH'S LYRIC. 👤 Hovey, Richard (1864—1900) & Carman, Bliss (1861—1929) A pril. You hearken, my fellow, Old slumberer down in my heart? There's a whooping of ice in the rivers; The sap feels a start. The snow-melted torrents are brawling; The hills, orange-misted and blue,

📖 EARTH'S LYRIC. 👤 Hovey, Richard (1864—1900) & Carman, Bliss (1861—1929)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

📖 RENDEZVOUS 👤 Van Dyke, Henry (1852—1933) I count that friendship little worth Which has not many things untold, Great longings that no words can hold, And passion-secrets waiting birth. Along the slender wires of speech Some message from the heart is sent;

📖 RENDEZVOUS 👤 Van Dyke, Henry (1852—1933)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

📖 AN ANARCHIST. 👤 Bierce, Ambrose (1842—1914) False to his art and to the high command God laid upon him, Markham's rebel hand Beats all in vain the harp he touched before: It yields a jingle and it yields no more. No more the strings beneath his finger-tips

📖 AN ANARCHIST. 👤 Bierce, Ambrose (1842—1914)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

📖 XIX 👤 Santayana, George (1863—1952) Above the battlements of heaven rise The glittering domes of the gods’ golden dwelling, Whence, like a constellation, passion-quelling, The truth of all things feeds immortal eyes. There all forgotten dreams of paradise

📖 XIX 👤 Santayana, George (1863—1952)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

📖 WORSHIP 👤 Emerson, Ralph Waldo (1803—1882) This is he, who, felled by foes, Sprung harmless up, refreshed by blows: He to captivity was sold, But him no prison-bars would hold: Though they sealed him in a rock, Mountain chains he can unlock: Thrown to lions for their meat,

📖 WORSHIP 👤 Emerson, Ralph Waldo (1803—1882)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

📖 A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags... 👤 Wordsworth, William (1770—1850) A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, A rude and natural causeway, interposed Between the water and a winding slope Of copse and thicket, leaves the eastern shore Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy:

📖 A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags... 👤 Wordsworth, William (1770—1850)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

📖 OLD WOMAN IN MAY 👤 Drinkwater, John (1882—1937) “Old woman by the hedgerow In gown of withered black, With beads and pins and buttons And ribbons in your pack — How many miles do you go? To Dumbleton and back?” “To Dumbleton and back, sir, And round by Cotsall Hill,

📖 OLD WOMAN IN MAY 👤 Drinkwater, John (1882—1937)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

📖 Calvin Campbell 👤 Masters, Edgar Lee (1868—1950) YE who are kicking against Fate, Tell me how it is that on this hill-side Running down to the river, Which fronts the sun and the south-wind, This plant draws from the air and soil Poison and becomes poison ivy?

📖 Calvin Campbell 👤 Masters, Edgar Lee (1868—1950)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

📖 SWEET FERN. 👤 Whittier, John Greenleaf (1807—1892) The subtle power in perfume found Nor priest nor sibyl vainly learned; On Grecian shrine or Aztec mound No censer idly burned. That power the old-time worships knew, The Corybantes’ frenzied dance,

📖 SWEET FERN. 👤 Whittier, John Greenleaf (1807—1892)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

📖 WHILE SHE SANG. 👤 Howells, William Dean (1837—1920) She sang, and I heard the singing, Far out of the wretched past, Of meadow-larks in the meadow, In a breathing of the blast. Cold through the clouds of sunset The thin red sunlight shone, Staining the gloom of the woodland

📖 WHILE SHE SANG. 👤 Howells, William Dean (1837—1920)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

📖 SKETCHES OF AMERICAN HISTORY 👤 Freneau, Philip Morin (1752—1832) This American world, all our histories say, Secluded from Europe, long centuries lay, And peopled by beings whom white-men detest, The sons of the Tartars, that came from the west.

📖 SKETCHES OF AMERICAN HISTORY 👤 Freneau, Philip Morin (1752—1832)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

📖 THE HAPPY COTTAGERS. 👤 Brontë, Patrick (1777—1861) One sunny morn of May, When dressed in flowery green The dewy landscape, charmed With Nature's fairest scene, In thoughtful mood I slowly strayed O'er hill and dale, Through bush and glade. Throughout the cloudless sky

📖 THE HAPPY COTTAGERS. 👤 Brontë, Patrick (1777—1861)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

📖 MONODY, WRITTEN AT MATLOCK. 👤 Bowles, William Lisle (1762—1850) Matlock! amid thy hoary-hanging views, Thy glens that smile sequestered, and thy nooks Which yon forsaken crag all dark o'erlooks; Once more I court the long neglected Muse, As erst when by the mossy brink and falls

📖 MONODY, WRITTEN AT MATLOCK. 👤 Bowles, William Lisle (1762—1850)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

📖 BURNS: AN ODE 👤 Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837—1909) A fire of fierce and laughing light That clove the shuddering heart of night Leapt earthward, and the thunder's might That pants and yearns Made fitful music round its flight: And earth saw Burns.

📖 BURNS: AN ODE 👤 Swinburne, Algernon Charles (1837—1909)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

📖 THE PASSAGE-BIRDS. 👤 Cassels, Walter Richard (1826—1907) Far, far away, over land and sea, When Winter comes with his cold, cold breath, And chills the flowers to the sleep of death, Far, far away over land and sea, Like a band of spirits the Passage-birds flee.

📖 THE PASSAGE-BIRDS. 👤 Cassels, Walter Richard (1826—1907)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

📖 The March of the Dead 👤 Service, Robert William (1874—1958) The cruel war was over — oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet glittering street,

📖 The March of the Dead 👤 Service, Robert William (1874—1958)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

📖 Savantism 👤 Whitman, Walt (1819—1892) Thither as I look I see each result and glory retracing itself and nestling close, always obligated, Thither hours, months, years — thither trades, compacts, establishments, even the most minute,

📖 Savantism 👤 Whitman, Walt (1819—1892)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 29/08/2026

📖 WIND. 👤 Baillie, Joanna (1762—1851) Pow'r uncontrollable, who hold'st thy sway In the unbounded air, whose trackless way Is in the firmament, unknown of fight, Who bend'st the sheeted heavens in thy might, And lift'st the ocean from its lowest bed

📖 WIND. 👤 Baillie, Joanna (1762—1851)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 28/08/2026

📖 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER 👤 Keble, John (1792—1866) O for a sculptor's hand, That thou might'st take thy stand, Thy wild hair floating on the eastern breeze, Thy tranced yet open gaze Fixed on the desert haze, As one who deep in heaven some airy pageant sees. In outline dim and vast

📖 SECOND SUNDAY AFTER EASTER 👤 Keble, John (1792—1866)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 27/08/2026

📖 THE GANG 👤 Stephens, James (1882—1950) Our fathers must have sinned: we pay for it! Through them the base-born tribe that sold their king Sneaked into power, and in high places sit, And do their will and wish in everything; For they may rob and kill, grieve and disgrace

📖 THE GANG 👤 Stephens, James (1882—1950)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 26/08/2026

📖 vi 👤 Hewlett, Maurice Henry (1861—1923) Then waiting, watching, judging news, Then terror in the night — I used to start up with the dews All over me of fright. I dream'd of him on stormy seas; Then, in a woodland bare, I saw my love on hands and knees, With blood upon his hair.

📖 vi 👤 Hewlett, Maurice Henry (1861—1923)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 25/08/2026

📖 LA DERNIERE ROBE DE SOI. 👤 Nesbit, Edith (1858—1924) OH, silken gown, all pink and pretty, Bought, quite a bargain, in the City, Your ill-trained soul full false has played me — No Paris gown would have betrayed me. You knew, my pretty silken treasure,

📖 LA DERNIERE ROBE DE SOI. 👤 Nesbit, Edith (1858—1924)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 24/08/2026

📖 A YOUTH'S SUICIDE. 👤 Lathrop, Rose Hawthorne (1851—1926) He handed his life a poisoned draught, With a scornful smile and a cold, cold glance, And the merry bystanders loudly laughed ( For the rollicking world was gay! ). He thought she knew not the juice, perchance;

📖 A YOUTH'S SUICIDE. 👤 Lathrop, Rose Hawthorne (1851—1926)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 23/08/2026

📖 CANTO I 👤 Lewis, Charlton Miner (1866—1923) King Arthur and his court were blithe and gay In high-towered Camelot, on Christmas day, For all the Table Round were back again, At peace with God and with their fellow-men. Their shields hung idly on the pictured wall;

📖 CANTO I 👤 Lewis, Charlton Miner (1866—1923)

PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 22/08/2026

📖 Sher Afzul 👤 Nicolson, Violet (1865—1904) This was the tale Sher Afzul told to me, While the spent camels bubbled on their knees, And ruddy camp-fires twinkled through the gloom Sweet with the fragrance from the Sinjib trees. I had a friend who lay, condemned to death

📖 Sher Afzul 👤 Nicolson, Violet (1865—1904)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 21/08/2026

📖 SECLUSION 👤 Stoddard, John Lawson (1850—1931) Shut out the World, shut in the Home! The sea is deeper than its foam; Retain the gem, reject the paste; Withdraw from Mammon's feverish haste, Its tumult and its senseless waste. Within are love, and books, and flowers,—

📖 SECLUSION 👤 Stoddard, John Lawson (1850—1931)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 20/08/2026

📖 TO ONE IN SUCCESS 👤 Earls, Michael (1875—1937) A world's new faces greet you, Ten thousand quick with praise, But truer stay to meet you Old friends and other days: Let fickle changes hurt you, ( The new go quick apart ) One fame shall ne'er desert you In true hearts like this heart.

📖 TO ONE IN SUCCESS 👤 Earls, Michael (1875—1937)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 19/08/2026

📖 “I ROSE UP AS MY CUSTOM IS” 👤 Hardy, Thomas (1840—1928) I rose up as my custom is On the eve of All-Souls’ day, And left my grave for an hour or so To call on those I used to know Before I passed away. I visited my former Love As she lay by her husband's side;

📖 “I ROSE UP AS MY CUSTOM IS” 👤 Hardy, Thomas (1840—1928)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 18/08/2026

📖 SONG. 👤 Moore, Thomas (1779—1852) As Love one summer eve was straying, Who should he see at that soft hour But young Minerva gravely playing Her flute within an olive bower. I need not say,‘ tis Love's opinion That grave or merry, good or ill, The sex all bow to his dominion,

📖 SONG. 👤 Moore, Thomas (1779—1852)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

📖 SONNET WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON 👤 Chesterton, Gilbert Keith (1874—1936) I know you. You will hail the huge release, Saying the sheathing of a thousand swords, In silence and injustice, well accords With Christmas bells. And you will gild with grease

📖 SONNET WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF THE SEASON 👤 Chesterton, Gilbert Keith (1874—1936)

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PoemOfTheDay @poemoftheday.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

📖 THE SONG OF THE BOW 👤 Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859—1930) What of the bow? The bow was made in England: Of true wood, of yew-wood, The wood of English bows; So men who are free Love the old yew-tree And the land where the yew-tree grows. What of the cord? The cord was made in England:

📖 THE SONG OF THE BOW 👤 Doyle, Arthur Conan (1859—1930)

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