Car poems
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To A Voice That Had Been Lost
© Samuel Rogers
Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor?
Aeris et lingua sum filia;
Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum. ~ Ausonius.
Alla Sera
© Ugo Foscolo
Forse perchè della fatal quïete
Tu sei l'immago a me sí cara vieni
O Sera! E quando ti corteggian liete
Le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni,
In Memory of Edward Butler
© Henry Kendall
A voice of grave, deep emphasis
Is in the woods to-night;
Strophes
© Kostas Karyotakis
1.
For twenty years I gambled
with books instead of cards;
for twenty years I gambled
The Builders
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Staggering slowly, and swaying
Heavily at each slow foot's lift and drag,
With tense eyes careless of the roar and throng
That under jut and jag
The Art Of War. Book V.
© Henry James Pye
Pallas, whose hand can through each devious road
Conduct your steps to Victory's bright abode,
Teach you success in every hour to find,
And for each season form the Hero's mind,
Shall now in verse the prudent art disclose,
To guard your peaceful quarter's calm repose.
Freshness Of Poetic Perception
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DAY followed day; years perish; still mine eyes
Are opened on the self-same round of space;
Yon fadeless forests in their Titan grace,
And the large splendors of those opulent skies.
Three-Legged Man
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well now friends you'll never guess it so I really must confess it
I just met the sweetest woman of my long dismal life.
But a friend of mine said, "Buddy, just in case your mind is muddy,
Don't you know that girl you're fooling with is Peg-Leg Johnson's wife.
My Mate Bill
© Anonymous
That's his saddle on the tie-beam,
And them's his spurs up there
On the wall-plate over yonder -
You ken see they ain't a pair.
The Wild Huntsman
© Sir Walter Scott
The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
His fiery courser snuffs the morn,
And thronging serfs their lord pursue.
Sonnet - To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
Snowdrop of dogs, with ear of brownest dye,
Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree
Guilt And Sorrow, Or, Incidents Upon Salisbury Plain
© William Wordsworth
I
A TRAVELLER on the skirt of Sarum's Plain
Pursued his vagrant way, with feet half bare;
Stooping his gait, but not as if to gain
Runnamede, A Tragedy. Acts III.-V.
© John Logan
What venerable father stands aghast
In yonder porch? Beneath the weight of years,
And crush of sorrow to the earth he bends.
He wrings his hands; casts a wild look to heaven,
And rends his hoary locks. He comes this way.
Heavens, it is Albemarle!-
Aunt Dorothy's Lecture
© Ada Cambridge
Come, go and practise-get your work-
Do something, Nelly, pray.
The Mortal Lease
© Edith Wharton
Because we have this knowledge in our veins,
Shall we deny the journeys gathered lore
The great refusals and the long disdains,
The stubborn questing for a phantom shore,
The sleepless hopes and memorable pains,
And all mortalitys immortal gains?
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."
To My First Born
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Fair tiny rosebud! what a tide
Of hidden joy, oerpowring, deep,
Of grateful love, of womans pride,
Thrills through my heart till I must weep
With bliss to look on thee, my son,
My first born childmy darling one!
Three Poems By Heart
© Zbigniew Herbert
I can't find the title
of a memory about you
with a hand torn from darkness
I step on fragments of faces
