Car poems
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To Caroline: When I Hear That You Express An Affection So Warm
© George Gordon Byron
When I hear that you express an affection so warm,
Ne'er think, my beloved, that I do not believe;
For your lip would the soul of suspicion disarm,
And your eye beams a ray which can never deceive.
The Ruines of Time
© Edmund Spenser
But whie (vnhappie wight) doo I thus crie,
And grieue that my remembrance quite is raced
Out of the knowledge of posteritie,
And all my antique moniments defaced?
Sith I doo dailie see things highest placed,
So soone as fates their vitall thred haue neuer borne.
The Lamentations Of Jeremy, For The Most Part According To Tremellus
© John Donne
I. HOW sits this city, late most populous,
Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ?
Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
She was, who now thus tributary is ?
Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto I.
© John Gay
But when the sun displays his glorious beams,
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
Then the deceit the scaly breed survey,
Bask in the sun, and look into the day.
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly.
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
© Oliver Goldsmith
CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.
Hymn: Thou Hidden Love of God
© John Wesley
Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
An Evening Walk
© William Wordsworth
Addressed To A Young Lady
FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
Home, Wounded
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?
A Fine Sight
© Edgar Albert Guest
I reckon the finest sight of all
That a man can see in this world of ours
Epilogue to 'The Sister'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!
Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.
The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
Satyr II. To T:--- M.---y. On Law.
© Thomas Parnell
That angry Justice to her heaven went
There seems not so confessd an argument,
As Lawyers thriving in her name below,
When were she here again, again she'd go.
Thus courtiers, if a Kings from care wthdrawn,
Rise without meritt, & with fraud rule on.
At The Last Watch
© Rabindranath Tagore
Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.
Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds
© Countee Cullen
Since men grow diffident at last,
And care no whit at all,
Fragments - Lines 1267 - 1270
© Theognis of Megara
A boy and a horse are alike in mind, for the horse does not
Weep for its rider when he lies in the dust,
But, fed full with barley, it carries the next man;
And in just this way the boy too loves whoever is at hand.
The Waggoner - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
When they the wished-for greeting heard,
The whip's loud notice from the door,
That they were free to move once more.
Carthusians
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire,
Have these white monks been brought into the way of peace,
Despising the world's wisdom and the world's desire,
Which from the body of this death bring no release?
