Dreams poems
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The Wandering Jew
© James Whitcomb Riley
The stars are falling, and the sky
Is like a field of faded flowers;
Queen Victoria at Spithead. Written on the Occassion of the Review by Her Majesty -
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Queen Victoria at Spithead. Written on the Occassion of the Review by Her Majesty, of the Experimental Fleet Under the Command of Admiral Hyde Parker, Spithead, on the 21st of June, 1845.
âBritannia rules the waves!â
The Grate Fire
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'm sorry for a fellow if he cannot look and see
In a grate fire's friendly flaming all the joys which used to be.
Cutty Sark
© Hart Crane
in the nickel-in-the-slot piano jogged
Stamboul Nightsweaving somebodys nickelsang
The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door
© Henry Kendall
The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;
There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.
Curtius
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Why, love, how darkly gaze thine eyes in mine!
If loved I dismal thoughts I well could deem
Thou sawest not the blue of my fond eyes,
But looked between the lips of that dread pit,-
O Jove! to name it seems to curse the air
With chills of death! We'll speak not of it, Curtius.
Song #9.
© Robert Crawford
In the hour when Day reposes
Like a vision on the sea,
When thought his tired pinion closes,
One with hope and memory,
Song (Untitled #7)
© George Meredith
Thou to me art such a spring
As the Arab seeks at eve,
Thirsty from the shining sands;
There to bathe his face and hands,
While the sun is taking leave,
And dewy sleep is a delicious thing.
Hebe
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
YOUTH! thou art a lovely time,
With thy wild and dreaming eyes;
Looking onwards to their prime,
Coloured by their April skies,
Yet I do not wish for thee,
Pass, oh! quickly pass from me.
To a Child Blowing Bubbles
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled
Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs:
Ah! that once more I were a careless child! ~ COLERIDGE.
The Field Of The Grounded Arms, Saratoga
© Fitz-Greene Halleck
STRANGERS! your eyes are on that valley fixed
Intently, as we gaze on vacancy,
When the mind's wings overspread
The spirit-world of dreams.
For Dolly -- Who Does Not Learn Her Lessons
© Edith Nesbit
You see the fairies dancing in the fountain,
Laughing, leaping, sparkling with the spray;
Life Is A Dream
© Pedro Calderon de la Barca
We live, while we see the sun,
Where life and dreams are as one;
And living has taught me this,
Man dreams the life that is his,
Thunder On The Downs
© Robert Laurence Binyon
And if a lightning now were loosed in flame
Out of the darkness of the cloud to claim
Thy heart, O England, how wouldst thou be known
In that hour? How to the quick core be shown
And seen? What cry should from thy very soul
Answer the judgment of that thunder--roll?
Ghosts
© Madison Julius Cawein
Was it the strain of the waltz that, repeating
"Love," so bewitched me? or only the gleam
There of the lustres, that set my heart beating,
Feeling your presence as one feels a dream?
Endymion: A Mystical Comment On Titian's 'Sacred And Profane Love'
© James Russell Lowell
Long she abode aloof there in her heaven,
Far as the grape-bunch of the Pleiad seven
Beyond my madness' utmost leap; but here
Mine eyes have feigned of late her rapture near,
Moulded of mind-mist that broad day dispels,
Here in these shadowy woods and brook-lulled dells.
Motherhood
© Eleanor Agnes Lee
Mary,the Christ long slain,passed silently,
Following the children joyous astir
Under the cedrus and the olive tree,
Pausing to let their laughter float to her--
Each voice an echo of a voice more dear,
She saw a little Christ in every face.
From: Time In The Rock
© Conrad Aiken
These things do not perplex, these things are simple,
but what of the heart that wishes to survive change
and cannot, its love lost in confusions and dismay?
what of the thought dispersed in its own algebras,
hypothesis proved fallacy? what of the will
which finds its aim unworthy? Are these, too, simple?
The Lark Ascending
© George Meredith
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
