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Good english poems

 IF poem by Rudyard Kipling


 If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about,don't deal in lies,

Or being hated,don't give way to hating,

And yet don't took too good,nor talk too wise:



If you can dream-and not make dreams your master,

If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster.

And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken

Twisted by Knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to,broken,

And stop and build'em up with worn-out tools;



If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose,and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the will which says to them :"Hold on!"



If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings-nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you,but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

with sixty second's worth of distance run,

yours is the Earth and every thing that's is it,

And which is more - You'll be a Man,my son!!


THE ARROW AND THE SONG by Henry.Long fellow

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth,I knew not where;

For,so swiftly it flew,the sight

could not follow it in its flight.


I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth,I knew noth where;

For who has sight so keen and strong

That it can follow the flight of song?


Long,long afterward,in an oak

I found the arrow,still unbroke;

And the song,from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

LITTLE THINGS( a fragment) by Ebenezer cobham Brewer


Little drops of water,

Little grains of sand,

Make the mightly ocean

And the pleasant land.


Thus the little minutes,

Humble through they be,

Make the mighty ages

of eternity.


THE RAINBOW by William wordsworth

My heart leaps up when I behold.

A rainbow in the sky;

So was it when my life began,

So is it now I am a man,

So be it when I shall grow old.

oe let me die!

The child is father of the man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by neutral piety.



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