Car poems
/ page 186 of 738 /
The Bush Beyond the Range
© Henry Lawson
FROM Crows Nest here by Sydney town
Where crows had nests of old
The Burial March Of Dundee
© William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Sound the fife, and cry the slogan-
Let the pibroch shake the air
Ashtaroth: A Dramatic Lyric
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
Orion: But an understanding tacit.
You have prospered much since the day we met;
You were then a landless knight;
You now have honour and wealth, and yet
I never can serve you right.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto II.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Lais and Lucretia
Did first his beauty wake her sighs?
That's Lais! Thus Lucretia's known:
The beauty in her Lover's eyes
Was admiration of her own.
Gossip
© Edgar Albert Guest
A FELLOW can't help hearing
Hateful things about another,
But a fellow can be careful
Not to tell them to his brother.
Rural Morning
© John Clare
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
Sonnet To Sleep
© John Keats
O soft embalmer of the still midnight!
Shutting, with careful fingers and benign,
Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light,
Enshaded in forgetfulness divine;
Marguerite de Roberval
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
Ah, my dear!
I saw you die, and could not help or save
Knowing myself to be the awful care
That weighed thee to thy grave!
The Ghost
© Kenneth Slessor
"BEES of old Spanish wine
Pipe at this Inn to-night,
Music and candleshine
Fill the dim chambers . . . .
The Voyage
© Charles Baudelaire
À Maxime du Camp
I
For the child, in love with globe, and stamps,
the universe equals his vast appetite.
Kranile
© Arthur Symons
Kranile surges before me in vision: her naked breasts,
The acrid odour of her sex, this perverted saint,
The Pleasures Of Love
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
I do not care for kisses. "Tis a debt
We paid for the first privilege of love.
These are the rains of April which have wet
Our fallow hearts and forced their germs to move.
Possession
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
A YOUTH sat down on a wayside stone,
A pack on his back and a staff at his knee.
He whistled a tune which he called his own,
"It's a fine new tune, that tune!" said he.
The Spirit Of Navigation
© William Lisle Bowles
Stern Father of the storm! who dost abide
Amid the solitude of the vast deep,
The Mother Watch
© Edgar Albert Guest
She never closed her eyes in sleep till we were all in bed;
On party nights till we came home she often sat and read.
We little thought about it then, when we were young and gay,
How much the mother worried when we children were away.
We only knew she never slept when we were out at night,
And that she waited just to know that we'd come home all right.
Ballad of the Breadman
© Charles Causley
Mary stood in the kitchen
Baking a loaf of bread.
An angel flew in the window
Weve a job for you, he said.
