Car poems
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Sir Galahad
© Alfred Tennyson
MY good blade carves the casques of men,
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
The Bell-Founder Part III - Vicissitude And Rest
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of fresh
streams,
When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of such
loveliness beams,
Father's Chore
© Edgar Albert Guest
My Pa can hit his thumbnail with a hammer and keep still;
He can cut himself while shaving an' not swear;
Kept Waiting
© Bai Juyi
White billows and huge waves block the river crossing;
Wherever I go, danger and difficulty; whatever I do, failure.
To A Friend, With An Unfinished Poem
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme
Elaborate and swelling; yet the heart
Not owns it. From thy spirit-breathing powers
I ask not now, my friend! the aiding verse
Time
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways time time time
Psalm Of The West
© Sidney Lanier
Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?
A Prayer
© Archibald Lampman
Oh mother, who wast long before our day,
And after us full many an age shalt be.
Careworn and blind, we wander from thy way:
Born of thy strength, yet weak and halt are we
Grant us, oh mother, therefore, us who pray,
Some little of thy light and majesty.
An Old Love
© Carolyn Wells
Priscilla, Auntie's promised me
A brand-new Paris doll;
And though I love you, yet you see
I cannot keep you all.
Candor
© Henry Cuyler Bunner
October--A Wood
"I know what you are going to say," she said,
And she stood up, looking uncommonly tall:
"You are going to the speak of the hectic fall,
Natures Way
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave
And found sure death in coral groves below,
An Irregular Ode, After Sickness
© William Shenstone
-Melius, bunny venerit ipsa, canemus.-Virg.
Imitation.
His wish'd-for presence will improve the song.
Italy : 30. Rome
© Samuel Rogers
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning-ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
© George Gordon Byron
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze--
A funeral pile.
The Victories Of Love. Book II
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II
From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill
Recuerdo
© Franklin Pierce Adams
We were very tired, we were very merry-
We had gone back and forth all night on the ferry.
It was bare and bright, and smelled like a stable-
But we looked into a fire, we leaned across a table,
We lay on a hilltop underneath the moon;
And the whistles kept blowing, and the dawn came soon.
Geraint And Enid
© Alfred Tennyson
Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'
