Car poems
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Care for Thy Soul as Thing of Greatest Price
© William Byrd
Care for thy soul as thing of greatest price,
Made to the end to taste of power divine,
Devoid of guilt, abhorring sin and vice,
Apt by God's grace to virtue to incline.
Care for it so as by thy retchless train
It be not brought to taste eternal pain.
Epigrams
© William Watson
'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be
A spirit melodious, lucid, poised, and whole;
Second in order of felicity
I hold it, to have walk'd with such a soul.
Obsession
© Muriel Stuart
I will not have roses in my room again,
Nor listen to sonnets of Michael Angelo
The Borough. Letter XVI: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Benlow
© George Crabbe
SEE! yonder badgeman with that glowing face,
A meteor shining in this sober place!
"One Was Taken, And One Was Left"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Two harvesters walked through the rows of corn,
Down to the ripe wheat fields, one morn.
Both were fair, in the flush of youth,
With hearts of courage and eyes of truth-
Fair and young, with the priceless wealth
Of strength, and beauty, and glowing health.
The Cap And Bells; Or, The Jealousies: A Faery Tale -- Unfinished
© John Keats
I.
In midmost Ind, beside Hydaspes cool,
Ode XI: To The Country Gentlemen Of England
© Mark Akenside
I.
Whither is Europe's ancient spirit fled?
Hadrians Villa
© Frances Anne Kemble
Let us stay here: nor ever more depart
From this sweet wilderness Nature and Art
E Tu Ne Carmi A Vrai Perenne Vita
© Ugo Foscolo
E tu ne' carmi avrai perenne vita
Sponda che Arno saluta in suo cammino
Partendo la città che dal latino
Nome accogliea finor l'ombra fuggita.
Anticipation
© George Frederick Cameron
Anticipation is the oil that feeds
The flame of life. It is the Siren fair
Virgil's First Eclogue
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
TITYRUS.
O Meliboeus, a god for us this leisure created,
For he will be unto me a god forever; his altar
Oftentimes shall imbue a tender lamb from our sheepfolds.
He, my heifers to wander at large, and myself, as thou seest,
On my rustic reed to play what I will, hath permitted.
A Hymn
© James Shirley
O fly, my Soul! What hangs upon
Thy drooping wings,
And weighs them down
With love of gaudy mortal things?
Epigram - Frank Carves Very Ill
© Matthew Prior
Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats;
He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats.
We, Who Were Slain In Unlit Pathways
© Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Wishing for the roses of your lips
we offered ourselves to a gallows' twig
Longing for the radiance of your glowing hands
we let ourselves be slain in unlit pathways
Sonnet
© Hartley Coleridge
If I have sinned in act, I may repent;
If I have erred in thought, I may disclaim
Charles Vacquerie
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il ne sera pas dit que ce jeune homme, ô deuil !
Se sera de ses mains ouvert l'affreux cercueil
Où séjourne l'ombre abhorrée,
Hélas ! et qu'il aura lui-même dans la mort
De ses jours généreux, encor pleins jusqu'au bord,
Renversé la coupe dorée,
A Song
© Virna Sheard
Love maketh its own summer time,
'Tis June, Love, when we are together,
And little I care for the frost in the air,
For the heart makes its own summer weather.
