Car poems
/ page 120 of 738 /
Peace
© Edgar Albert Guest
A man must earn his hour of peace,
Must pay for it with hours of strife and care,
Must win by toil the evening's sweet release,
The rest that may be portioned for his share;
The idler never knows it, never can.
Peace is the glory ever of a man.
Agnes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.
Summer Downpour on Campus by Juliana Gray: American Life in Poetry #110 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laurea
© Ted Kooser
I've talked a lot in this column about poetry as celebration, about the way in which a poem can make an ordinary experience seem quite special. Here's the celebration of a moment on a campus somewhere, anywhere. The poet is Juliana Gray, who lives in New York. I especially like the little comic surprise with which it closes.
Summer Downpour on Campus
When clouds turn heavy, rich
and mottled as an oyster bed,
Anti-Thelyphthora. A Tale In Verse
© William Cowper
Airy del Castro was as bold a knight
As ever earned a lady's love in fight.
The Nepean
© John Le Gay Brereton
Far down the reach a creeping mist
Hung dim along the mountain side;
On shadowed water, sleek and whist,
I let the lazy shallop glide.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
Tyne Dock
© Francis Scarfe
The summer season at Tyne Dock
Hoisted my boyhood in a crane
Above the shaggy mining town,
Above the slaghills and the rocks,
Above the middens in backlanes
And wooden hen-huts falling down.
The Spagnoletto. Act III
© Emma Lazarus
RIBERA (laying aside his brush).
So! I am weary. Luca, what 's o'clock?
Daphne
© George Meredith
Musing on the fate of Daphne,
Many feelings urged my breast,
For the God so keen desiring,
And the Nymph so deep distrest.
The Seventeenth Book Of Homer's Odysseys
© George Chapman
…
Such speech they chang'd; when in the yard there lay
There Are No Gods!
© Edgar Albert Guest
There are no gods that bring to youth
The rich rewards that stalwarts claim;
The Vision
© Katharine Tynan
An average man was Private Flynn,
Good stuff for soldiering, no doubt;
Troublesome when the drink was in,
A quiet lad when it was out.
Satan Absolved
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
We have no heart to serve without instructions new.
On Ye Bishop Of Meaths Death
© Thomas Parnell
Mourn widdowd Iland, Mourn, your Pan is dead.
Mourn ye unhappy flocks your Sheapherd Pan is fled;
To A Friend Who Had Declared His Intention Of Writing No More Poetry
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Dear Charles! whilst yet thou wert a babe, I ween
That Genius plunged thee in that wizard fount
High Castalie: and (sureties of thy faith)
That Pity and Simplicity stood by.
The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
The Royal Mails
© Ralph Hodgson
For all its flowers and trailing bowers,
Its singing birds and streams,
