Car poems
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Name Sakes
© Alfred Noyes
BUT where's the brown drifter that went out alone ?
-Roll and go, and fare you well-
" Was her name Peggy Nutten? " That name is my own.
Fare you well, my sailor.
To Mr. John Bartlett
© James Russell Lowell
Fit for an Abbot of Theleme,
For the whole Cardinals' College, or
The Pope himself to see in dream
Before his lenten vision gleam.
He lies there, the sogdologer!
At Vaucluse
© Alfred Austin
By Avignon's dismantled walls,
Where cloudless mid-March sunshine falls,
Rhone, through broad belts of green,
Flecked with the light of almond groves,
Upon itself reverting, roves
Reluctant from the scene.
Acon and Rhodope
© Walter Savage Landor
Fathers have given life, but virgin heart
They never gave; and dare they then control
Or check it harshly? dare they break a bond
Girt round it by the holiest Power on high?
F?sulan Idyl
© Walter Savage Landor
She drew back
The boon she tendered, and then, finding not
The ribbon at her waist to fix it in,
Dropt it, as loth to drop it, on the rest.
Love And Thought
© James Russell Lowell
What hath Love with Thought to do?
Still at variance are the two.
Love is sudden, Love is rash,
Love is like the levin flash,
Comes as swift, as swiftly goes,
And his mark as surely knows.
On the Dark, Still, Dry Warm Weather
© Gilbert White
Th'imprison'd winds slumber within their caves
Fast bound: the fickle vane, emblem of change,
In spring and summer winds may blow
© Walter Savage Landor
In spring and summer winds may blow,
And rains fall after, hard and fast;
The tender leaves, if beaten low,
Shine but the more for shower and blast
Sonnet -- The Tear
© Mary Darby Robinson
AH! LUST'ROUS GEM, bright emblem of the Heart,
That nobly scorns a borrow'd ray to share,
Whose gentle pow'r can break the spells of care,
And sooth, with lenient balm, the keenest smart.
The Three Roses
© Walter Savage Landor
When the buds began to burst,
Long ago, with Rose the First
I was walking; joyous then
Far above all other men,
The Dragon-Fly
© Walter Savage Landor
Life (priest and poet say) is but a dream;
I wish no happier one than to be laid
Beneath a cool syringas scented shade,
Or wavy willow, by the running stream,
Brimful of moral, where the dragon-fly,
Wanders as careless and content as I.
Years
© Walter Savage Landor
Years, many parti-colourd years,
Some have crept on, and some have flown
Since first before me fell those tears
I never could see fall alone.
At His Grave
© Alfred Austin
LEAVE me a little while alone,
Here at his grave that still is strown
With crumbling flower and wreath;
The laughing rivulet leaps and falls,
The thrush exults, the cuckoo calls,
And he lies hushd beneath.
Leda
© Hilda Doolittle
Where the slow river
meets the tide,
a red swan lifts red wings
and darker beak,
From Citron-Bower
© Hilda Doolittle
From citron-bower be her bed,
cut from branch of tree a-flower,
fashioned for her maidenhead.
At Baia
© Hilda Doolittle
"Flower sent to flower;
for white hands, the lesser white,
less lovely of flower-leaf,"
Winter In Spring
© Arthur Symons
Winter is over, and the ache of the year
Quieted into test;
The torn boughs heal, and the time of the leaf is near,
And the time of the nest.
How To Psalmodize
© Charles Simic
Someone awake when others are sleeping,
Asleep when others are awake.
An illiterate who signs everything with an X.
A man about to be hanged cracking a joke.
You Mustn't Show Weakness
© Yehuda Amichai
You mustn't show weakness
and you've got to have a tan.
But sometimes I feel like the thin veils
of Jewish women who faint
at weddings and on Yom Kippur.
