- Adventure
- Animals
- Beauty
- Bereavement
- Birds
- Carpe Diem
- Children
- Dance
- Death
- Descriptions
- Faith & Religion
- Family & Home
- Flowers
- Food & Drink
- Friendship
- Garden
- Heroes
- History
- Holidays
- Humor
- Images
- Imagination
- Inspiration
- Life
- Love
- Machines
- Marriage
- Memorials
- Memory
- Months
- Music
- Mystery
- Nature
- Parodies
- Parting
- Patriotism
- People
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- Poetry
- Protest
- Rhyme & Rhythm
- Satire
- School
- Sea & Sailing
- Seasons
- Song
- Sport
- Stages of Life
- Story Telling
- Time
- Time of Day
- Travel
- War
- Weather
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Each of these poems offer an interesting reflection on the many stages
of life that we all pass through.
Letter from a Girl to Her Own Old Age, by
Alice Meynell offers a unique perspective.
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Boyhood
by Washington Allston
fond memories of early life
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Blind Old Milton
by William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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The Echoing Green
by William Blake
the children play and the old folks watch and remember
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Changed
by Charles S. Calverley
Nay, worse than that, I've seemed of late
To shrink from happy boyhood--boys
Have grown so noisy, and I hate
A noise.
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Old Age
by Carolyn Clive
it is not something to be feared
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Lines Written for a School Declamation
by David Everett
a youngster speaks of his potential to be the greatest of mankind
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On Retirement
by Philip Freneau
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The Train of Life
by Sir Edmund William Gosse
a father sees his own boyhood in that of his son
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An Ancient to Ancients
by Thomas Hardy
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The Last Leaf
by Oliver Wendell Holmes
watching an old man pass by
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The Human Seasons
by John Keats
as in nature there are four seasons in the mind of man
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Letter from a Girl to Her Own Old Age
by Alice Meynell
the title says it all
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A Song of Spring and Autumn
by Francis Turner Palgrave
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The Old Women
by Arthur Symons
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In School Days
by John Greenleaf Whittier
an old man refects on a memory of a moment in a school yard
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At an Old Drawer
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
mundane items evoke vivid memories
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I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell
by William Wordsworth
a friendship is not lost even when fellowship is broken
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