Dreams poems
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The Borough. Letter X: Clubs And Social Meetings
© George Crabbe
Next is the Club, where to their friends in town
Our country neighbours once a month come down;
We term it Free-and-Easy, and yet we
Find it no easy matter to be free:
E'en in our small assembly, friends among,
Are minds perverse, there's something will be
April
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a bird
In the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;
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.
Slumber Song
© Celia Thaxter
Thou little child, with tender, clinging arms,
Drop thy sweet head, my darling, down and rest
Upon my shoulder, rest with all thy charms;
Be soothed and comforted, be loved and blessed.
Lady That Hast my Heart
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,
So echoes of desire his bosom fill.
In Sleep
© Richard Francis Burton
NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
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
The Wan Sun Westers, Faint And Slow
© William Ernest Henley
The wan sun westers, faint and slow;
The eastern distance glimmers gray;
The Shepherds Calendar - February - A Thaw
© John Clare
Ploughmen go whistling to their toils
And yoke again the rested plough
And mingling oer the mellow soils
Boys' shouts and whips are noising now
Another Chance
© Henry Van Dyke
A DRAMATIC LYRIC
Come, give me back my life again, you heavy-handed Death!
Sonnet 43: When most I wink then do mine eyes best see
© William Shakespeare
When most I wink then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected,
John Sutter
© Yvor Winters
I was the patriarch of the shining land,
Of the blond summer and metallic grain;
Men vanished at the motion of my hand,
And when I beckoned they would come again.
The Master
© George Essex Evans
In sea and air, in leaf and stone,
Whereer Truths magic words are writ,
For All Prisoners And Captives
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
OVER the English trees and the English meadows
Twilight is falling clear,
But my heart walks far in the homeless winds and the shadows
For those who are not here.
A Summer Mood
© Augusta Davies Webster
BUT wait. Let each by each the days pass by,
One faded and one blown like summer flowers;
Pause
© Madison Julius Cawein
So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.
