Car poems
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The Last Gift
© Hyde Robin
I have taken so much of your beauty, oh deep kind Earth,Face on your soft old face, heart on your warm heart lying --Scent of rain in leaves and the small stream's bubble of mirth,Hush of the sad-eyed pool that is dark with night-birds' crying,
Stars drowned deep in the lake, sunset's flame in a pine,Secret clutching fingers of baby ferns, close-curled --These are a stain of scent from a cool old perfumed wineThat sleeps in a carven chalice blue-glazed in the dawn of the world
Ecrit sur la vitre d'une fenêtre Flamande
© Victor Marie Hugo
J'aime le carillon dans tes cités antiques,O vieux pays gardien de tes mœurs domestiques,Noble Flandre où le nord se réchauffe engourdiAu soleil de Castille et s'accouple au midi!Le carillon, c'est l'heure inattendue et folleQue l'œil croit voir, vêtue en danseuse espagnole,Apparaître soudain par le trou vif et clairQue ferait en s'ouvrant une porte de l'air
The Wood-mouse
© Howitt Mary
D' ye know the little Wood-Mouse, That pretty little thing,That sits among the forest leaves, Beside the forest spring?
The Sparrow's Nest
© Howitt Mary
Nay, only look what I have found!A Sparrow's nest upon the ground;A Sparrow's nest as you may see,Blown out of yonder old elm tree.
A Shropshire Lad LXII: "Terence, this is stupid stuff
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Terence, this is stupid stuff:You eat your victuals fast enough;There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,To see the rate you drink your beer
The Wreck of the Deutschland (Dec. 6, 7, 1875)
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
[[A-text]]to the happy memory of five Francisan nuns,exiles by the Falck Laws, drowned betweenmidnight & morning of December 7 [[1875]].
The Flâneur
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I love all sights of earth and skies,From flowers that glow to stars that shine;The comet and the penny show,All curious things, above, below,Hold each in turn my wandering eyes:I claim the Christian Pagan's line,Humani nihil, -- even so, --And is not human life divine?
When soft the western breezes blow,And strolling youths meet sauntering maids,I love to watch the stirring tradesBeneath the Vallombrosa shadesOur much-enduring elms bestow;The vender and his rhetoric's flow,That lambent stream of liquid lies;The bait he dangles from his line,The gudgeon and his gold-washed prize
Before Action
© Hodgson William Noel
By all the glories of the day,And the cool evening's benison:By the last sunset touch that layUpon the hills when day was done:By beauty lavishly outpoured,And blessings carelessly received,By all the days that I have lived,Make me a soldier, Lord
When a Little Farm I Keep
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When a little farm I keep,I shall tend my kine and sheep,And my pretty lambs shall foldIn deep pastures starred with gold.
Though some Saith that Youth Ruleth me
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though some saith that youth ruleth me, I trust in age to tarry.God and my right and my duty, From them I shall never vary, Though some say that youth ruleth me.
Kingdomes are but Cares (attributed)
© Henry VI
Kingdomes are but cares;State ys devoyd of staie;Ryches are redy snares,And hastene to decaie.
The Wail of the Cornish Mother
© Robert Stephen Hawker
I. That what God doth is best:But 'tis only a month to-morrow, I buried it from my breast.
The Pastime of Pleasure
© Stephen Hawes
The good Dame Mercy with Dame CharyteMy body buryed full ryght humblyIn a fayre temple of olde antyquyte,Where was for me a dyryge devoutelyAnd with many a masse full ryght solempnely;And over my grave, to be in memory,Remembraunce made this lytell epytaphy:
"O erthe, on erthe it is a wonders caceThat thou arte blynde and wyll not the knowe
To the Spirit of the West
© Susan Frances Harrison
God of the rivers and lakes,Maker of manifold blooms,Dweller in woodland brakes,Weaver of violet glooms,
