Car poems
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On Carpaccio's Picture
© Amy Lowell
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor
From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight,
The Lay of the Last Minstrel: Canto VI.
© Sir Walter Scott
XI
Albert Graeme.
It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Paradise Lost : Book VII.
© John Milton
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name
If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LXIV
"For lo a knight, that had a gate to ward,
The Bowge of Courte
© John Skelton
In Autumpne whan the sonne in vyrgyne
By radyante hete enryped hath our corne
On Tradition
© Franklin Pierce Adams
LINES PROVOKED BY HEARING A YOUNG MAN WHISTLING
No carmine radical in Art,
The Wound
© Gwen Harwood
The tenth day, and they give
my mirror back. Who knows
how to drink pain, and live?
I look, and the glass shows
the truth, fine as a hair,
of the scalpel's wounding care.
Beauty And The Beast
© Charles Lamb
"My Lord, I swear upon my knees,
"I did not mean to harm your trees;
"But a lov'd Daughter, fair as spring,
"Intreated me a Rose to bring;
"O didst thou know, my lord, the Maid!"-
Thus, Woman, Principle Of Life, Speaker Of The Ideal
© Paul Eluard
Between the sands of night and the waves of day
Between earth and water
No ripple to erase
No road possible
"Hic Vir, Hic Est"
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Often, when o'er tree and turret,
Eve a dying radiance flings,
By that ancient pile I linger
Known familiarly as "King's."
Sicilian Song
© Frances Anne Kemble
I planted in my heart one seed of love,
Water'd with tears and watch'd with sleepless care.
From Anacreon: 'Twas Now The Hour When Night Had Driven
© George Gordon Byron
'Twas now the hour when Night had driven
Her car half round yon sable heaven;
On The Death Of Mrs. Elizabeth Filmer. An Elegiacall Epitaph
© Richard Lovelace
You that shall live awhile, before
Old time tyrs, and is no more:
When that this ambitious stone
Stoopes low as what it tramples on:
My Highland Lassie, O
© Robert Burns
Oh, were yon hills and valleys mine,
Yon palace and yon gardens fine!
The world then the love should know
I bear my Highland Lassie, O.
Within the glen…
The Cross
© Madison Julius Cawein
The cross I bear no man shall know--
No man can ease the cross I bear!--
Alas! the thorny path of woe
Up the steep hill of care!
Bishop Orders His Tomb at Saint Praxed's Church, Rome, The
© Robert Browning
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity!
Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back?
Waywise
© Katharine Lee Bates
THE darkest wood that the north-wind stings
Hath its balsamum and its silverlings,
Amics Bernart de Ventadorn
© Bernard de Ventadorn
Bernartz, foudatz vos amena,
car aissi vos partetz d'amor,
per cui a om pretz e valor.
