Age poems
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Rebel Hearts
© John Le Gay Brereton
An outcry in the bush below,
A crash, and boughs that sway,
And shouts of laughter let me know
Where my two ruffians play.
Marco Polo
© Kenneth Slessor
READING how Marco Polo came
By bridle-path to Kanbalu,
Forgotten fibres wake to flame,
And smoke old memories anew . . . .
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
The Sage
© Harriet Monroe
Sequoia, growing grandly
Out of the long ago,
Beloved of Time, whose sons
March by to measures slow,
How tenderly you cherish
All little lives below!
Invocation
© Mathilde Blind
BREATHE thro' me in music,
Spirit of the time!
Pregnant with the future,
Spirit of the time!
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IX - Drona-Badha (Fall Of Drona)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
On the fall of Bhishma the Brahman chief Drona, preceptor of the Kuru
and Pandav princes, was appointed the leader of the Kuru forces. For
John Sutter
© Yvor Winters
I was the patriarch of the shining land,
Of the blond summer and metallic grain;
Men vanished at the motion of my hand,
And when I beckoned they would come again.
Eclogue:--The Best Man In The Vield
© William Barnes
That's slowish work, Bob. What'st a-been about?
Thy pookèn don't goo on not over sprack.
Why I've a-pook'd my weäle, lo'k zee, clear out,
An' here I be ageän a-turnèn back.
No Resurrection
© Robinson Jeffers
Friendship, when a friend meant a helping sword,
Faithfulness, when power and life were its fruits, hatred, when
the hated
Held steel at your throat or had killed your children, were more
than metaphors.
Life and the world were as bright as knives.
Winter Moonlight
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LOUD-VOICED night, with the wild wind blowing
Many a tune;
Stormy night, with white rain-clouds going
Over the moon;
The Angel Of The Doves.
© James Brunton Stephens
THE angels stood in the court of the King,
And into the midst, through the open door,
Sonnet
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Im sick, for sure: deep darkness holds my heart,
Im bored with the people and the stories,
And dream of treasures of the kingdoms, glories,
And yataghans, all covered with blood.
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Persuasions to Enjoy
© Thomas Carew
If the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish and anon must die;
Old Spense
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend?
'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.
The way he made the dollars fly,
Such gimcrack things a-buyin'--
He spent a big share ov a fortin'
On pesky things that went a snortin'
A Reply To A Pessimist
© Alfred Austin
O beautiful bright world! for ever young,
And now with Wisdom grafted on thy Spring,
In Exile
© Emma Lazarus
Twilight is here, soft breezes bow the grass,
Day's sounds of various toil break slowly off,
The Unborn.
© Robert Crawford
Ah God! for those who are coming,
The millions who yet must be!
Thine Earth like a hive has been humming
So long with anxiety:
