All Poems
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Italian Myrtles
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
By many a soft Ligurian bay
The myrtles glisten green and bright,
Gleam with their flowers of snow by day,
And glow with fire-flies through the night,
And yet, despite the cold and heat,
Are ever fresh, and pure, and sweet.
A Childs Song
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WHEN the Child played in Galilee,
He had no wine-clear maple leaves,
No west winds singing of the sea
Over the frosted sheaves;
But with pale myrrh His head was bound
And crowned.
The Ways Of Death Are Soothing And Serene
© William Ernest Henley
The ways of Death are soothing and serene,
And all the words of Death are grave and sweet.
From camp and church, the fireside and the street,
She beckons forth and strife and song have been.
Ode To Happiness
© James Russell Lowell
Spirit, that rarely comest now
And only to contrast my gloom,
The May-Tree
© William Barnes
I've a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o' the year,
When leaves wer a-springèn,
When vrost wer a-stingèn,
When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear,
When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an' near.
The Ballad of 'Bolivar'
© Rudyard Kipling
Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,
Rolling down the Ratcliffe Road drunk and raising Cain:
Give the girls another drink 'fore we sign away -
We that took the BOLIVAR out across the Bay!
Faqirana Aye Sada Kar chale ( With English Translation)
© Meer Taqi Meer
faqirana aye sada kar chale
miyan khush raho ham dua kar chale
Besuch
© Stefan Anton George
Sanftere sonne fällt schräg
Durch deiner mauer scharten
In deinen kleinen garten
Und dein haus am gehäg.
The First Part: Sonnet 9 - Sleep, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest,
© William Henry Drummond
Sleep, Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest,
Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings,
For Wang Lun
© Li Po
Li Bai is already on the boat, preparing to depart,
I suddenly hear the sound of stamping and singing on the shore.
The water of Taohua pond reaches a thousand feet in depth,
But still it's not as deep as Wang Lun's feelings seeing me off.
Spain
© Arthur Symons
Josefa, when you sing,
With clapping hands, the sorrows of your Spain,
And all the bright-shawled ring
Laugh and clap hands again,
I think how all the sorrows were in vain.
In After Days
© Henry Austin Dobson
IN after days when grasses high
O'er-top the stone where I shall lie,
Though ill or well the world adjust
My slender claim to honour'd dust,
I shall not question nor reply.
PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love
© Henry King
Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will:
And governs by such arbitrary laws,
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause:
Sonnet 34: Come Let Me Write
© Sir Philip Sidney
Come, let me write. "And to what end?" To ease
A burthen'd heart. "How can words ease, which are
The glasses of thy daily vexing care?"
Oft cruel fights well pictur'd forth do please.
Sonnet XXIV. By The Same.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
MAKE there my tomb, beneath the lime-tree's shade,
Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave;
Let no memorial mark where I am laid,
Or point to common eyes the lover's grave!
"Not believing in the Resurrection"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I
Not believing in the Resurrection,
we strolled in the cemetery.
-- You know, the earth everywhere
