Dreams poems
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When Christmas Comes
© Virna Sheard
For thee, my small one--trinkets and new toys,
The wine of life and all its keenest joys,
When Christmas comes.
For me, the broken playthings of the past
That in my folded hands I still hold fast,
When Christmas comes.
Lords Of The Visionary Eye
© Madison Julius Cawein
I CAME upon a pool that shone,
Clear, emerald-like, among the hills,
That seemed old wizards round a stone
Of magic that a vision thrills.
The Jolly Dead March
© Henry Lawson
If I ever be worthy or famous
Which Im sadly beginning to doubt
The Vision Of Echard
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Benedictine Echard
Sat by the wayside well,
Where Marsberg sees the bridal
Of the Sarre and the Moselle.
A Book of Dreams: Part II
© George MacDonald
A great church in an empty square,
A place of echoing tones;
Feet pass not oft enough to wear
The grass between the stones.
Tree, Old Tree Of The Triple Crook
© William Ernest Henley
Tree, Old Tree of the Triple Crook
And the rope of the Black Election,
Milestones
© Alice Guerin Crist
Gay balloons and coloured streamers,
Gliding figures, footsteps light,
Chillingham
© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge
I
Through the sunny garden
The humming bees are still;
The fir climbs the heather,
The heather climbs the hill.
Odysseus: In Memory Of Arthur Griffith
© Padraic Colum
And sorrow comes as on that August day,
With our ship cleaving through the seas for home,
And that news coming sparkling through the air,
That you were dead, and that we'd never see you
Looking upon the state that you had builded.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
Preludes.
I Love's Immortality
From 'Lines In Memory Of Edmund Morris'
© Duncan Campbell Scott
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,
Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,
To M. S. G. : When I Dream That You Love Me
© George Gordon Byron
When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
Extend not your anger to sleep;
For in visions alone your affection can live,--
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
The Anonymous Poet
© George Darley
You, the choice minions of the proud-lipped nine
Who warble at the great Apollo's knee,
Capital Punishment
© Edgar Albert Guest
PROUD is the state of its millions of men,
And proud is the state of its name;
The Moving Of The Shades
© Leon Gellert
The black revolving depths have moved and stirred
with news. their Lord has cried. "Send these, and these."
Swift feet awake. Shapes speed. The dreadful word
resounds along the tunnels of the seas.
Paradise Regain'd : Book IV.
© John Milton
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success
The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply,
Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope
So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric
On Gay Wallpaper
© William Carlos Williams
The green-blue ground
is ruled with silver lines
to say the sun is shining
Taps At West Point
© John Jay Chapman
THE dim and wintry river lies
Torpid and ice-bound, like a giant snake;
Sir Henry Irving
© Virna Sheard
No more for thee the music and the lights,
Thy magic may no more win smile nor frown;
For thee, 0 dear interpreter of dreams,
The curtain hath rung down.
