Car poems
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The Wants of Man
© Adams John Quincy
Man wants but little here below,Nor wants that little long. -- Goldsmith's Hermit
Walking with Mandelstam
© Aaron Rafi
Once I thought that if I walked with you to the endof Russian literature, bumped into Yesenin and hissoft words, mingled with the throng that formedaround Pushkin or waited patiently at the SenateSquare while you threw pieces of Blok, Akhmatovaand poor old Mayakovsky to eager readers whopecked at your references, I would come tounderstand all that you represent
Anglosaxon Street
© Earle Birney
Dawndrizzle ended dampness steams fromblotching brick and blank plasterwasteFaded housepatterns hoary and finickyunfold stuttering stick like a phonograph
The Burning Of The Leaves
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust;
All the spices of June are a bitter reek,
All the extravagant riches spent and mean.
All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost;
Sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild
Fingers of fire are making corruption clean.
Sonnet LIX.
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written Sept. 1791, during a remarkable thunder
storm, in which the moon was perfectly clear, while
the tempest gathered in various directions near the
earth.
The Dance At Darmstadt
© Alfred Austin
In the city of Darmstadt, the Sabbath morn
Shone over the broad Cathedral Square,
And to nobly, richly, and lowly born,
The belfry carilloned call to prayer.
The Hairst O' Rettie
© Robert Burns
I hae seen the hairst o' Rettie, lads,
And twa-three aff the throne.
I've heard o sax and seven weeks
The hairsters girn and groan.
Hymn Of Hippolytus To Artemis
© Robert Fuller Murray
Artemis! thou fairest
Of the maids that be
In divine Olympus,
Hail! Hail to thee!
When Cap'n Tom Comes Home
© Katharine Lee Bates
WHEN Cap'n Tom comes home, and his sea chest
Is opened, oh, the shells that rainbow foam
"The Undying One" - Canto III
© Caroline Norton
"I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!
Tipperary
© Thomas Osborne Davis
Let Britain boast her British hosts,
About them all right little care we;
Not British seas nor British coasts
Can match the Man of Tipperary!
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 03 - The World Is Not Eternal
© Lucretius
Is rendered back; and since, beyond a doubt,
Earth, the all-mother, is beheld to be
Likewise the common sepulchre of things,
Therefore thou seest her minished of her plenty,
And then again augmented with new growth.
The Road To Cabinteely
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Oh, the lonely road, the road to Cabinteely!
'Tis there I see a little ghost, and gaily singeth she.
The Stricken Hart
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
The stricken hart had fled the brake,
His courage spent for life's dear sake.
He came to die beside the lake.
Pa Did It!
© Edgar Albert Guest
The train of cars that Santa brought is out of kilter now;
While pa was showing how they went he broke the spring somehow.
They used to run around a track-at least they did when he
Would let me take them in my hands an' wind 'em with a key.
I could 'a' had some fun with 'em, if only they would go,
But, gee! I never had a chance, for pa enjoyed em so.
Before Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
Now the creeping nets of sleep
Stretch about and gather nigh,
And the midnight dim and deep
Like a spirit passes by,
Trailing from her crystal dress
Dreams and silent frostiness.
Emblems
© Allen Tate
I
Maryland, Virginia, Caroline
Pent images in sleep
Clay valleys rocky hills old fields of pine
Unspeakable and deep
