All Poems
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To The Lady In The Electric
© Edgar Albert Guest
Lady in the show case carriage,
Do not think that I'm a bear;
O, Were I Loved As I Desire To Be!
© Alfred Tennyson
O, were I loved as I desire to be!
What is there in the great sphere of the earth,
The Glory Of The Heavens
© Emile Verhaeren
Shining in dim transparence, the whole of infinity lies
Behind the veil that the finger of radiant winter weaves
And down on us falls the foliage of stars in glittering sheaves;
From out the depths of the forest, the forest obscure of the skies,
Morning Song
© Sylvia Plath
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto III.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV The Attainment
You love? That's high as you shall go;
For 'tis as true as Gospel text,
Not noble then is never so,
Either in this world or the next.
Fragments - Lines 0019 - 0030
© Theognis of Megara
Kyrnos, as I work my craft let a seal be set upon
These words of mine, and they will never be stolen unremarked,
The Legend Of The Crossbill. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the cross the dying Saviour
Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,
Feels, but scarcely feels, a trembling
In his pierced and bleeding palm.
At Waking
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
When I shall go to sleep and wake again
At dawning in another world than this,
With Scindia To Delhi
© Rudyard Kipling
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi,
an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after the day was lost
with a beggar-girl, who had loved him and followed him in all his camps,
on his saddle-bow. He lost the girl when almost within sight of safety.
A Maratta trooper tells the story: -
The Preface of L. Blundeston
© Barnabe Googe
The Senses dull of my appalled muse
Foreweryed with the trauayle of my brayne
Upon The Image Of Death
© Robert Southwell
Before my face the picture hangs
That daily should put me in mind
Of those cold names and bitter pangs
That shortly I am like to find;
But yet, alas, full little I
Do think hereon that I must die.
"Let Us Make A Leap, My Dear"
© Thomas Hood
Let us make a leap, my dear,
In our love, of many a year,
And date it very far away,
On a bright clear summer day,
The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said
© William Wordsworth
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
"Bright is thy veil, O Moon, as thou art bright!"
The Last Of His Tribe
© Henry Kendall
He crouches, and buries his face on his knees,
And hides in the dark of his hair;
For he cannot look up to the storm-smitten trees,
Or think of the loneliness there -
Of the loss and the loneliness there.
A Parting
© Edith Nesbit
So good-bye!
This is where we end it, you and I.
Life's to live, you know, and death's to die;
So good-bye!
Music
© William Lisle Bowles
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain,
If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can heal
