Children poems
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Love And Death
© Giacomo Leopardi
Children of Fate, in the same breath
Created were they, Love and Death.
The Wreck Of The Birkenhead,
© Frances Anne Kemble
As well as I am able, I'll relate how it befell,
And I trust, sirs, you'll excuse me, if I do not speak it well.
I've lived a hard and wandering life, serving our gracious Queen,
And have nigh forgot my schooling since a soldier I have been.
The Crow
© Virna Sheard
Hail, little herald!--Art thou then returning
From summer lands, this wild and wind-torn day?
Hast brought the word for which our hearts are yearning,
That spring is on the way?
Hark! Now there comes a clear, insistent calling,
Baucis And Philemon
© Jonathan Swift
IN ancient times, as story tells,
The saints would often leave their cells,
And stroll about, but hide their quality,
To try good people's hospitality.
Written In A Country Churchyard
© John Kenyon
Oh! how I hate the cumbrous pride
Of plume and pall and scutcheon'd hearse,
The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Closed was the Teacher's task, and with heaven in their hearts and their faces,
Up rose the children all, and each bowed him, weeping full sorely,
Downward to kiss that reverend hand, but all of them pressed he
Moved to his bosom, and laid, with a prayer, his hands full of blessings,
Now on the holy breast, and now on the innocent tresses.
The Church-Porch. Perirrhanterium
© George Herbert
Thou, whose sweet youth and early hopes inhance
Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure,
Hearken unto a Vesper, who may chance
Ryme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure:
A verse may finde him who a sermon flies,
And turn delight into a sacrifice.
Centennial
© John Hay
A hundred times the bells of Brown
Have rung to sleep the idle summers,
And still to-day clangs clamoring down
A greeting to the welcome comers.
Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto I
© Samuel Butler
But she, who well enough knew what
(Before he spoke) he would be at,
Pretended not to apprehend
The mystery of what he mean'd;.
And therefore wish'd him to expound
His dark expressions, less profound.
The Gathering of the Brown-Eyed
© Henry Lawson
THE BROWN EYES came from Asia, where all mystery is true,
Ere the masters of Soul Secrets dreamed of hazel, grey, and blue;
And the Brown Eyes came to Egypt, which is called the gypsies home,
And the Brown Eyes went from Egypt and Jerusalem to Rome.
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
Lexington
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping,
Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,
Wasted
© Kingsley Amis
Why should that memory cling
Now the children are all grown up,
And the house - a different house -
Is warm at any season?
The Seven Sages
© William Butler Yeats
The First. My great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
In Grattan's house.
To Dr. John Brown: Sonnets
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
BEYOND the north wind lay the land of old
Where men dwelt blithe and blameless, clothed and fed
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Amid the hospitable glow,
Like an old actor on the stage,
With the uncertain voice of age,
The singing chimney chanted low
The homely songs of long ago.
In The Night
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the silent midnight watches,
When the earth was clothed in gloom,
Adventure of a Poet
© Robert Fuller Murray
As I was walking down the street
A week ago,
Near Henderson's I chanced to meet
A man I know.
