Car poems
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The Linden On The Lawn
© William Barnes
No! Jenny, there's noo pleäce to charm
My mind lik' yours at Woakland farm,
The Death Of Day
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Full of hours, the Day is falling
Where its brethren lie,--
A stern and royal voice is calling
The beautiful to die.
Two Visits To A Grave
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I stood by the grave of one beloved,
On a chill and windless night,--
When not a blade of grass was moved,
In its rigid sheath of white.
Shakespeare's Kingdom
© Alfred Noyes
When Shakespeare came to London
He met no shouting throngs;
He carried in his knapsack
A scroll of quiet songs.
Orpheus
© Emma Lazarus
ORPHEUS.
LAUGHTER and dance, and sounds of harp and lyre,
Piping of flutes, singing of festal songs,
Ribbons of flame from flaunting torches, dulled
The Passionate Pilgrim
© William Shakespeare
Her lips to mine how often hath she joined,
Between each kiss her oaths of true love swearing!
How many tales to please me bath she coined,
Dreading my love, the loss thereof still fearing!
Yet in the midst of all her pure protestings,
Her faith, her oaths, her tears, and all were jestings.
When The Great Gray Ships Come In
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o'er mapless miles of sea,
On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free;
To Fortune
© James Thomson
For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
And when we meet a mutual heart
Come in between, and bid us part;
The Times Are Tidy
© Sylvia Plath
Unlucky the hero born
In this province of the stuck record
Where the most watchful cooks go jobless
And the mayor's rôtisserie turns
Round of its own accord.
The Rhyme Of Triangular Tommy
© Carolyn Wells
Triangular Tilly went smilingly by,
With a glance that was friendly, but just a bit shy.
And Tom so admired her that after she passed,
A backward look over his shoulder he cast.
And he said, "Though I think many girls are but silly,
I really admire that Triangular Tilly."
Sonnet XXIII: Time, Cruel Time
© Samuel Daniel
Time, cruel Time, come and subdue that brow
Which conquers all but thee, and thee, too, stays
The Lady of the Lake: Canto VI. - The Guardroom
© Sir Walter Scott
Our vicar still preaches that Peter and Poule
Laid a swinging long curse on the bonny brown bowl,
That there 's wrath and despair in the jolly black-jack,
And the seven deadly sins in a flagon of sack;
Yet whoop, Barnaby! off with thy liquor,
Drink upsees out, and a fig for the vicar!
The Confederate Flags
© Ambrose Bierce
Tut-tut! give back the flags - how can you care,
You veterans and heroes?
Hymne aux Suisses de Chateauvieux
© André Marie de Chénier
Salut, divin Triomphe! entre dans nos murailles!
Rends-nous ces guerriers illustrés
Man, A Torch
© George Moses Horton
Blown up with painful care and hard to light,
A glimmering torch blown in a moment out,
Hampton Beach
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Ononwe tread with loose-flung rein
Our seaward way,
Through dark-green fields and blossoming grain,
Where the wild brier-rose skirts the lane,
And bends above our heads the flowering locust spray.
Light Mist Envelopes the Dim Moon
© Li Yu
Light mist envelopes the dim moon and bright flowers,
A perfect night to go to her darling's side.
Fox-Hunting
© Rudyard Kipling
THE FOX MEDITATES
When Samson set my brush afire
To spoil the Timnites barley,
I made my point for Leicestershire
