Car poems
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His Bit
© Katharine Lee Bates
GALLANTLY swung the old carpenter up to his door,
Drums and fifes in his tread,
Bonduca
© Beaumont and Fletcher
{Bonduca the British queen, taking occasion from a defeat of the Romans to impeach their valor, is rebuked by Caratac.}
Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune.
The Race
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
On the hill they are crowding together,
In the stand they are crushing for room,
Like midge-flies they swarm on the heather,
They gather like bees on the broom;
The Queen's Marie
© Andrew Lang
Marie Hamilton's to the kirk gane,
Wi ribbons in her hair;
The king thought mair o Marie Hamilton,
Than ony that were there.
Herrenston
© William Barnes
Zoo then the leädy an' the squier,
At Chris'mas, gather'd girt an' small,
The Tribe of Benjamin: XV
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SONS born of many a loyal Muse to Ben,
All true-begotten, warm with wine or ale,
Epilogue To A Comedy Acted At Bath,
© Mary Barber
Then had the Audience wept her Woes anew,
And own'd the Poet was prophetic too;
Foresaw Plantagenet's imperial Race
Would such a Heroine give us, in Your Grace.
A Te Deum
© Alfred Austin
Now let me praise the Lord,
The Lord, the Maker of all!
I will praise Him on timbrel and chord;
Will praise Him, whatever befall.
Mogg Megone - Part II.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
"O, tell me, father, can the dead
Walk on the earth, and look on us,
And lay upon the living's head
Their blessing or their curse?
For, O, last night she stood by me,
As I lay beneath the woodland tree!"
Limericks
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THERE is a big artist named Val,
The roughs' and the prizefighters' pal:
The mind of a groom
And the head of a broom
Were Nature's endowments to Val.
Earl Rodericks Bride
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
It was the Black Earl Roderick
Who rode towards the south;
The Troubadour
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE wind blows salt from off the sea
And sweet from where the land lies green;
I travel down the great highway
That runs so straight and white between--
I watch the sea-wind strain the sheet,
The land-wind toss the yellow wheat!
The Key (A Moorish Romance)
© Thomas Hood
"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still express the hopes of one day returning and again planting the crescent on the ancient walls of the Alhambra."Scott's Travels in Morocco and Algiers.
"Is Spain cloven in such a manner as to want closing?" Sancho Panza in Don Quixote
The Moor leans on his cushion,
Catching the Moles by Judith Kitchen: American Life in Poetry #106 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 20
© Ted Kooser
By describing the relocation of the moles which ravaged her yard, Washington poet Judith Kitchen presents an experience that resonates beyond the simple details, and suggests that children can learn important lessons through observation of the natural world.
Catching the Moles
First we tamp down the ridges
that criss-cross the yard
I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry
© Vachel Lindsay
Oh, sweating thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign."
Hey diddle diddle
© Roald Dahl
Hey diddle diddle
We're all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
Which we carefully stash
And we work by the light of the moon.
Peanut-Butter Sandwich
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king
Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
Eclogue VII
© Virgil
Corydon.
"Libethrian Nymphs, who are my heart's delight,
Grant me, as doth my Codrus, so to sing-
Next to Apollo he- or if to this
We may not all attain, my tuneful pipe
Here on this sacred pine shall silent hang."
Sport In The Meadows
© John Clare
Maytime is to the meadows coming in,
And cowslip peeps have gotten eer so big,
