Car poems
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The Last Man
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
Tamar
© Robinson Jeffers
Grass grows where the flame flowered;
A hollowed lawn strewn with a few black stones
And the brick of broken chimneys; all about there
The old trees, some of them scarred with fire, endure the sea
wind.
A Woodland Grave
© Madison Julius Cawein
White moons may come, white moons may go-
She sleeps where early blossoms blow;
Knows nothing of the leafy June,
That leans above her night and noon,
Crowned now with sunbeam, now with moon,
Watching her roses grow.
The Ruling Thought
© Giacomo Leopardi
Most sweet, most powerful,
Controller of my inmost soul;
The terrible, yet precious gift
Of heaven, companion kind
Of all my days of misery,
O thought, that ever dost recur to me;
Ode to Salvador Dali
© Federico Garcia Lorca
A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,
The grays watching over the last balustrades.
Stand by the Engines
© Henry Lawson
ON THE moonlighted decks there are children at play,
While smoothly the steamer is holding her way;
And the old folks are chatting on deck-seats and chairs,
And the lads and the lassies go strolling in pairs.
A Christmas Carol
© Alfred Austin
Hark! In the air, around, above,
The Angelic Music soars and swells,
And, in the Garden that I love,
I hear the sound of Christmas Bells.
On A Young Lady
© Hannah More
Go, peaceful shade! exchange for sin and care
The glorious palm which patient suff'rers wear!
The Last Elegy Of The Third Book Of Tibullus
© Henry James Pye
Propitious Bacchus comeso round thy brow
Be with the mystic vine the ivy wove;
The Human Sacrifice
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
FAR from his close and noisome cell,
By grassy lane and sunny stream,
Blown clover field and strawberry dell,
The Highly Respectable Gondolier
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I stole the Prince, and I brought him here,
And left him, gaily prattling
With a highly respectable Gondolier,
Who promised the Royal babe to rear,
And teach him the trade of a timoneer
With his own beloved bratling.
Morning
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
You're unhappy, sick at heart:
Oh, I know it-here such sickness isn't rare.
Nature can but mirror
The surrounding poverty.
In London
© Dora Wilcox
When I look out on London's teeming streets,
On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies,
Cyder: Book II
© John Arthur Phillips
Sometimes thou shalt with fervent Vows implore
A moderate Wind; the Orchat loves to wave
With Winter-Winds, before the Gems exert
Their feeble Heads; the loosen'd Roots then drink
Large Increment, Earnest of happy Years.
American Names
© Stephen Vincent Benet
I have fallen in love with American names,
The sharp names that never get fat,
The snakeskin-titles of mining-claims,
The plumed war-bonnet of Medicine Hat,
Tucson and Deadwood and Lost Mule Flat.
To The Right Honorable The Lord S.
© Thomas Nashe
Pardon, _sweete flower of Matchles poetrie,
And fairest bud the red rose euer bare;
Although my Muse, devorst from deeper care,
Presents thee with a wanton Elegie.
Poetic Aphorisms. (From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
MONEY
Whereunto is money good?
Who has it not wants hardihood,
Who has it has much trouble and care,
Who once has had it has despair.
