Car poems
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The Surrender Of Spain
© John Hay
Land of unconquered Pelayo! land of the Cid Campeador!
Sea-girdled mother of men! Spain, name of glory and power;
Cradle of world-grasping Emperors, grave of the reckless invader,
How art thou fallen, my Spain! how art thou sunk at this hour!
All For The Best
© Edgar Albert Guest
Things mostly happen for the best.
However hard it seems to-day,
Non, Je Ne LAmime Plus
© André Marie de Chénier
Sa table par mes mains sera prête et choisie;
L'eau pure, de ma main, lui sera l'ambroisie.
Seul, c'est moi qui serai partout, à tout moment,
Son esclave fidèle et son fidèle amant.'
Tels étaient mes projets qu'insensés et volages
Le vent a dissipés parmi de vains nuages!
Sonnet LII: O Whether
© Samuel Daniel
At the Author's Going into Italy
O whether (poor forsaken) wilt thou go,
The Fairest, Brightest, Hues Of Ether Fade
© William Wordsworth
The fairest, brightest, hues of ether fade;
The sweetest notes must terminate and die;
O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmony
Softly resounded through this rocky glade;
The Waterfall
© Henry Kendall
THE SONG of the water
Doomed ever to roam,
A beautiful exile,
Afar from its home.
Girl Graduates
© William Schwenck Gilbert
These are the phenomena
That every pretty domina
Hopes that we shall see
At this Universitee!
Praeceptor Amat
© Henry Timrod
How little I care
For your favorites, see! they are all of them, look!
On the spot where they fell, and - but here is your book!
To John Forbes, Esq.
© Helen Maria Williams
ON HIS BRINGING ME FLOWERS FROM VAUCLUSE, AND
WHICH HE HAD PRESERVED BY MEANS OF
AN INGENIOUS PROCESS IN THEIR
ORIGINAL BEAUTY.
SonnetXLVII. To G.W.C.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
STILL shines our August day, as calm, as bright
As when, long years ago, we sailied away
Down the blue Narrows and the widening bay
Into the wrinkling ocean's flashing light;
Freedom
© Archibald Lampman
Out of the heart of the city begotten
Of the labour of men and their manifold hands,
Whose souls, that were sprung from the earth in her morning,
No longer regard or remember her warning,
Whose hearts in the furnace of care have forgotten
Forever the scent and the hue of her lands;
Louisiana Line by Betty Adcock: American Life in Poetry #129 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-200
© Ted Kooser
North Carolina poet, Betty Adcock, has written scores of beautiful poems, almost all of them too long for this space. Here is an example of her shorter work, the telling description of a run-down border town.
Louisiana Line
The wooden scent of wagons,
the sweat of animalsâthese places
keep everythingâbreath of the cotton gin,
black damp floors of the icehouse.
Amo, Ergo Sum
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Whatever seemed to reign within my breast,
Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room,
Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed,
Like a glad master come to his own home.
Love is my lord: I call upon his name.
Composed During A Storm
© William Wordsworth
One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
Went forth-his course surrendering to the care
Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl
Orpheus In The Underworld
© David Gascoyne
Curtains of rock
And tears of stone,
Wet leaves in a high crevice of the sky:
From side to side the draperies
Drawn back by rigid hands.
Love After Sorrow
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Behold, this hour I love, as in the glory of morn.
I too, the accursèd one, whom griefs pursue
Like phantoms through a land of deaths forlorn,
Have felt my heart leap up with courage new.
