Age poems

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St. Michael's Mount

© William Lisle Bowles

INSCRIBED TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD SOMERS.

  While summer airs scarce breathe along the tide,

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The Rovers

© Henry Lawson

Some born of homely parents

  For ages settled down—

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Fatherhood

© William Barnes

Let en zit, wi' his dog an' his cat,

  Wi' their noses a-turn'd to the vier,

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Marianna Alcoforando

© Sara Teasdale

But I have seen my day grow calm again.
The sun sets slowly on a peaceful world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.

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The Triumph of the People

© Henry Lawson

LO, the gods of Vice and Mammon from their pinnacles are hurled
By the workers’ new religion, which is oldest in the world;
And the earth will feel her children treading firmly on the sod,
For the triumph of the People is the victory of God.

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The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa

© William Cowper

I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang

Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe

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To Guido Cavalcanti

© Dante Alighieri

Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and I

could board a vessel, by transporter beam,

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The Missionary - Canto First

© William Lisle Bowles

  Three hundred brandished spears shone to the sky:
  We perish, or we leave our country free;
  Father, our blood for Chili and for thee!
  The mountain-chief essayed his club to wield,
  And shook the dust indignant from the shield. 
  Then spoke:--

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The Builders

© Henry Van Dyke

ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE

October 21, 1896

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The Punishment Of Loke

© Madison Julius Cawein

The gods of Asaheim, incensed with Loke,
  A whirlwind yoked with thunder-footed steeds,
  And, carried thus, boomed o'er the booming seas,
  Far as the teeming wastes of Jotunheim,
  To punish Loke for all his wily crimes.

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Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson

© Lewis Carroll


They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

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Smithereens

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

UNCERTAIN-AGED Miss Thereabouts,

Tough fossil of her teens,

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Poem Delivered On The Fourteenth Anniversary Of California's Admission Into The Union, September 9,

© Francis Bret Harte

With scenes so adverse, what mysterious bond
Links our fair fortunes to the shores beyond?
Why come we here--last of a scattered fold--
To pour new metal in the broken mould?
To yield our tribute, stamped with Caesar's face,
To Caesar, stricken in the market-place?

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The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Second

© William Lisle Bowles

Oh for a view, as from that cloudless height

  Where the great Patriarch gazed upon the world,

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The Departure of Summer

© Thomas Hood

Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,—the linnet—sings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.

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Songs of the Voices of Birds: A Raven in a White Chine

© Jean Ingelow

I saw when I looked up, on either hand,
  A pale high chalk-cliff, reared aloft in white;
A narrowing rent soon closed toward the land,—­
  Toward the sea, an open yawning bight.

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Vision of Columbus – Book 2

© Joel Barlow

High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,

The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;

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In Horto Rev. J. Still,

© William Lisle Bowles

APUD KNOYLE, VILLAM AMOENISSIMAM.

  Stranger! a while beneath this aged tree

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The Lady Of La Garaye - Part IV

© Caroline Norton

Not vacant in the day of which I write!
Then rose thy pillared columns fair and white;
Then floated out the odorous pleasant scent
Of cultured shrubs and flowers together blent,
And o'er the trim-kept gravel's tawny hue
Warm fell the shadows and the brightness too.