Car poems
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An Arrow-Slit
© Jean Ingelow
I clomb full high the belfry tower
Up to yon arrow-slit, up and away,
I said 'let me look on my heart's fair flower
In the walled garden where she doth play.'
The Little Woman
© Edgar Albert Guest
The little woman, to her I bow
And doff my hat as I pass her by;
The Purification
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Softly the sunbeams gleamed athwart the Temple proud and high
Built up by Israels wisest to the Lord of earth and sky
Lighting its gorgeous fretted roof, and every sacred fold
Of mystic veilfrom gaze profane that hid the ark of old.
Virgidemarium (excerpt)
© Joseph Hall
With some pot-fury, ravish'd from their wit,
They sit and muse on some no-vulgar writ:
The Vision Of Sir Launfal
© James Russell Lowell
Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."
The Brus Book X
© John Barbour
[Preparations for battle against John of Lorn]
Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis
The Biglow Papers
© James Russell Lowell
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle
On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--
Pan Beniowski - Final Part Of Canto Five
© Juliusz Slowacki
Surging like a vast current of salmon or sheatfish,
Coiling up and down like an iron serpent
Urvashi -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
From the time without a beginning
To the whole world
You have been an object of desire
O fair Urvashi without compare!
Two Nights
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
One night was full of rapture and delight-
Of reunited arms and swooning kisses,
And all the unnamed and unnumbered blisses
Which fond souls find in love of love at night.
To The Dead Cardinal Of Westminster
© Francis Thompson
I will not perturbate
Thy Paradisal state
With praise
Of thy dead days;
The Ballad Of Saint Vitus
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Vitus came tripping over the grass
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did pass
On the day he was full seventeen.
The House Of Judgement
© Oscar Wilde
And God said to the Man, 'Thy life hath been evil, and the Beauty I
have shown thou hast sought for, and the Good I have hidden thou
didst pass by. The walls of thy chamber were painted with images,
Becs Birth-Day Nov. 8, 1726
© Jonathan Swift
This day, dear Bec, is thy nativity;
Had Fate a luckier one, she'd give it ye.
She chose a thread of greatest length,
And doubly twisted it for strength:
The Poem Of Imru al Qays
© Imru al Qays Ibn Hujr
I said to the wolf, "You gather as little wealth, as little prosperity as I.
What either of us gains he gives away. So do we remain thin."
The Death Of Huss
© Alfred Austin
In the streets of Constance was heard the shout,
``Masters! bring the arch-heretic out!''
The stake had been planted, the faggots spread,
And the tongues of the torches flickered red.
``Huss to the flames!'' they fiercely cried:
Then the gate of the Convent opened wide.
Petrarch to Laura
© Mary Darby Robinson
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."
Sensation (Bodh)
© Jibanananda Das
As I take my place among other beings
Am I becoming estranged and alone
Because of my mannerisms?
Is there just an optical illusion?
Are there only obstacles in my path?
Song III
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Have mercy on me, my Lord,
For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.
Moving Through The Dew
© Alfred Noyes
I
Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the cityLife, thy dawn makes all things new!
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again!
