Car poems

Lady Surrey's Lament For Her Absent Lord

© Henry Howard

  Good ladies, you that have your pleasure in exile,

  Step in your foot, come take a place, and mourn with me a while,

The Praise of Pindar in Imitation of Horace His Second Ode, Book 4

© Abraham Cowley

Pindarum quisquis studet oemulari, &c.

I.

Elegy I. He Arrives at His Retirement in the Country

© William Shenstone

For rural virtues, and for native skies,
I bade Augusta's venal sons farewell;
Now 'mid the trees I see my smoke arise,
Now hear the fountains bubbling round my cell.

Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second

© Francis Thompson

'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -

Paradise Lost : Book I.

© John Milton

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit

Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste

Solitude

© Sir Henry Parkes

Where the mocking lyre-bird calls

To its mate among the falls

The Sussex Sailor

© Alfred Noyes

O, once, by Cuckmere Haven,

I heard a sailor sing

Everyday Characters IV - My Partner

© Winthrop Mackworth Praed

"There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed."

-- British Almanack.

Rokeby: Canto I.

© Sir Walter Scott

I.

The Moon is in her summer glow,

The Brus Book XVII

© John Barbour

[Only Berwick remains in English hands; a burgess offers to betray it]

The lordis off the land war fayne

Here's Luck

© Henry Lawson

No more we’ll take a glass of ale when pushed with care an’ strife,
An’chuckle home with that old tale we used to tell the wife.
We’ll laugh an’joke an’ sing no more with jolly beery chums,
An’ shout ‘Here’s luck!’ while waitin’ for the luck that never comes.

My Heart Is Resting, O My Lord

© Anna Laetitia Waring

An Australian Symphony

© George Essex Evans

Not as the songs of other lands

Her song shall be,

A Poet's Epitaph

© William Wordsworth

Art thou a Statist in the van
Of public conflicts trained and bred?
-First learn to love one living man;
'Then' may'st thou think upon the dead.

The Storie Of William Canynge

© Thomas Chatterton

ANENT a brooklette as I laie reclynd,

Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge,

Fragments from 'Genius Lost'

© Charles Harpur

Prelude
 I SEE the boy-bard neath life’s morning skies,
 While hope’s bright cohorts guess not of defeat,
 And ardour lightens from his earnest eyes,
And faith’s cherubic wings around his being beat.

I Saw A Jolly Hunter

© Charles Causley

I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.

The Silken Shoe

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

THE firelight danced and wavered
In elvish, twinkling glee
On the leaves and crimson berries
Of the great green Christmas Tree;

He Andado Muchos Caminos

© Antonio Machado

He andado muchos caminos
he abierto muchas veredas;
he navegado en cien mares
y atracado en cien riberas.

The Path Through The Corn

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

WAVY and bright in the summer air,
Like a pleasant sea when the wind blows fair,
And its roughest breath has scarcely curled
The green highway to a distant world,--