Age poems
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The Progress Of Refinement. Part I.
© Henry James Pye
Rous'd by those honors cull'd by Glory's hand
To dress the Victor on the Olympic sand,
With active toil each ardent stripling tries
To bind his forehead with the immortal prize;
Hence strength and beauty deck the Grecian race,
And manly labor gives them manly grace.
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
© Edmund Spenser
Colin Clouts Come Home Againe
THe shepheards boy (best knowen by that name)
The Chant Of The Vultures
© Edwin Markham
We are circling, glad of the battle: we
joy in the smell of the smoke.
The Restoration Of The Works Of Art In Italy
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Vain dream! degraded Rome! thy noon is o'er,
Once lost, thy spirit shall revive no more.
It sleeps with those, the sons of other days,
Who fix'd on thee the world's adoring gaze;
Those, blest to live, while yet thy star was high,
More blest, ere darkness quench'd its beam, to die!
The North Sea -- First Cycle
© Heinrich Heine
Once through heaven went shining,
Wedded and one,
Luna the Goddess, and Sol the God,
And the stars in multitudes thronged around them,
Their little, innocent children.
To a Cabbage Rose
© Henry Lea Twisleton
Thy clustering leaves are steeped in splendour;
No evening red, no morning dun,
Can show a hue as rich and tender
As thine - bright lover of the sun!
Vision Of Columbus - Book 7
© Joel Barlow
Hail sacred Peace, who claim'st thy bright abode,
Mid circling saints that grace the throne of God.
The Glance
© Francis Beaumont
Cold Virtue guard me, or I shall endure
From the next glance a double calenture
Hymn XIII. Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
© John Austin
Open thine eyes, my soul, and see
Once more the light returns to thee:
The Old Year
© Henry Kendall
IT PASSED like the breath of the night-wind away,
It fled like a mist at the dawn of the day;
It lasted its moment, then backward was hurled,
Another increase to the age of the world.
To The Reverend Mr. Mabell, Of Cambridge
© Mary Barber
From Noise, and Nonsense, and vain Laughte free,
I steal a thoughtful Hour, and give to thee;
To thee, Conductor of my heedless Youth,
Who taught me first to rev'rence Sense, and Truth;
Virtue to praise; and boldly Vice deride,
With all the Pomp of Fashion on her Side.
Upon The Disobedient Child
© John Bunyan
Children become, while little, our delights!
When they grow bigger, they begin to fright's.
Summer Job by Richard Hoffman: American Life in Poetry #162 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Though at the time it may not occur to us to call it âmentoring,â? there's likely to be a good deal of that sort of thing going on, wanted or unwanted, whenever a young person works for someone older. Richard Hoffman of Massachusetts does a good job of portraying one of those teaching moments in this poem.
Summer Job
"I Have Loved Flowers That Fade"
© Robert Seymour Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Pharsalia - Book VIII: Death Of Pompeius
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Hard the task imposed;
Yet doffed his robe, and swift obeyed, the king
Wrapped in a servant's mantle. If a Prince
For safety play the boor, then happier, sure,
The peasant's lot than lordship of the world.
To the Reverend George Coleridge, of Ottery St. Mary, Devon
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
A blessed lot hath he, who having past
His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world, retreats at length,
With cares that move, not agitate the heart,
The Snail
© Richard Lovelace
Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.
