Age poems
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Mein Kind, Wir Waren Kinder
© Heinrich Heine
My child, we were just children,
Two happy kids, thats all:
Ancestors
© Cesare Pavese
Stunned by the world, I reached an age
when I threw punches at air and cried to myself.
The Southern Mother's Charge
© Anonymous
You go, my son, to the battle-field
To repel the invading foe;
'Mid its fiercest conflicts never yield
Till death shall lay you low.
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
The Past
© William Cullen Bryant
Thou unrelenting Past!
Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,
And fetters, sure and fast,
Hold all that enter thy unbreathing reign.
Satan
© Richard Crashaw
Below the bottom of the great Abyss,
There where one centre reconciles all things,
Come Back
© Henry William Herbert
COME back and bring my life again
That went with thee beyond my will!
Beautifying The Flag
© Edgar Albert Guest
To us the Flag has little meant.
Each glorious stripe of red
The Vigil Of Venus
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Tunc liquore de superno spumeo et ponti globo,
Cærulas inter catervas, inter et bipedes equos,
Fecit undantem Dionen de maritis imbribus.
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit; quiqiie amavit cras amet.
The Passover In The Holy Family (For A Drawing)
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Here meet together the prefiguring day
And day prefigured. Eating, thou shalt stand,
Laodamia
© William Wordsworth
O terror! what hath she perceived?-O joy!
What doth she look on?-whom doth she behold?
Her Hero slain upon the beach of Troy?
His vital presence? his corporeal mould?
It is-if sense deceive her not-'tis He!
And a God leads him, wingèd Mercury!
Sonnet. On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped!
Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages
Memory
© George Moses Horton
Sweet memory, like a pleasing dream,
Still lends a dull and feeble ray;
For ages with her vestige teems,
When beauty's trace is worn away.
Alfred. Book II.
© Henry James Pye
He ceasedbut still the accents of his tongue
Persuasive, on the attentive hearers hung:
The monarch and his warlike thanes around
Still listening sat, in silent wonder bound.
The Two Lovers Of Heaven: Chrysanthus And Daria - Act I
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Chrysanthus is seen seated near a writing table on which are several
books: he is reading a small volume with deep attention.
Prejudice
© Jane Taylor
It is not worth our while, but if it were,
We all could undertake to laugh at her ;
Since vulgar prejudice, the lowest kind,
Of course, has full possession of her mind ;
Here, therefore, let us leave her, and inquire
Wherein it differs as it rises higher.
