Car poems
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Philip Massinger: V
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
CLOUDS here and there arisen an hour past noon
Chequered our English heaven with lengthening bars
California's Greeting To Seward
© Francis Bret Harte
We know him well: no need of praise
Or bonfire from the windy hill
To light to softer paths and ways
The world-worn man we honor still.
Olympus
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Through female subtlety intense,
Or the good luck of innocence,
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
© Pablo Neruda
Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress
© George Meredith
Through the water-eye of night,
Midway between eve and dawn,
The Dead
© Leon Gellert
These there were, who lost their everything.
Gave all! And left the earth a vaster sphere
Near Perigord
© Ezra Pound
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You'd have men's hearts up from the dust
And tell their secrets, Messire Cino,
Rigkt enough? Then read between the lines of Uc St. Circ,
Solve me the riddle, for you know the tale.
The Departure Of St. Patrick From Scotland
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Twice to your son already has the hand of God been shewn,
Restoring him from alien bonds to be once more your own,
And now it is the self--same hand, dear kinsmen, that to--day
Shall take me for the third time from all I love away.
Manna To Israel Well Supplied
© John Newton
Manna to Israel well supplied
The want of other bread;
While God is able to provide,
His people shall be fed.
Fetching The Wounded
© Robert Laurence Binyon
At the road's end glimmer the station lights;
How small beneath the immense hollow of Night's
Lonely and living silence! Air that raced
And tingled on the eyelids as we faced
The Village Schoolmaster
© Oliver Goldsmith
Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way
With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay,
The Morning In The Country
© James Thomson
When from the opening chambers of the east
The morning springs, in thousand liveries drest,
The early larks their morning tribute pay,
And, in shrill notes, salute the blooming day.
To A Beautiful Woman
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
SURELY, dame Nature made you in some dream
Of old-world women--Chriemhild, or bright
Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and fair,
Or Berengaria as she rose, her lips
Yet ruddy from the poison that anoints
Her memory still, the queen of queenly wives.
Address To The Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews
© Helen Maria Williams
Resolve to feel that best delight
Reserv'd for those who live aright:
And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;
Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!
A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter
© Henry Timrod
Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,
My own dead mother gazed upon my face,
As I stood blushing near in bridal snow,
I had not half her beauty and her grace.
The Merchant Ship
© Henry Kendall
The Sun oer the waters was throwing
In the freshness of morning its beams;
The Puzzle is no Puzzle
© James Merrill
A card table in the library stands ready
To receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.
To The Memory Of Raisley Calvert
© William Wordsworth
CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them
Who may respect my name, that I to thee
Owed many years of early liberty.
This care was thine when sickness did condemn
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
© Thomas Parnell
Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost
