Dreams poems
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Times Changes In A Household
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
They were as fair and bright a band as ever filled with pride
Parental hearts whose task it was children beloved to guide;
And every care that love upon its idols bright may shower
Was lavished with impartial hand upon each fair young flower.
Horizons
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I LOVE to gaze along the horizon's verge--
To strain my sight where steeped in golden-gray
The sun-illumined vapors gently surge,
To melt in measureless distances away.
Tale XXI
© George Crabbe
rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her
The Zucca
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
VII.
The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth
Had crushed it on her maternal breast
Bruxelles
© Paul Verlaine
Hills and fences hurry by
Blent in greenish-rosy flight,
And the yellow carriage-light
Blurs all to the half-shut eye.
Lohengrin: Proem
© Emma Lazarus
THE alert and valiant faith that could respond,
Upon life's threshold, to the highest call,
Unquestioning of what might lie beyond,
Courage afield and courtesy in hall,
Song
© Duncan Campbell Scott
Creep into my heart, creep in, creep in,
Afar from the fret, the toil and the din,
The Little Gable Window
© Lucy Maud Montgomery
There's a little gable window in a cottage far away,
Where a child in purple twilights used to softly kneel and pray,
While across the marge of evening fell the darkness, and the stars
Peeped in tender benediction over Heaven's silver bars.
Vigil
© William Ernest Henley
Lived on one's back,
In the long hours of repose,
Life is a practical nightmare -
Hideous asleep or awake.
The Three Gossips' Wager
© Jean de La Fontaine
AS o'er their wine one day, three gossips sat,
Discoursing various pranks in pleasant chat,
Each had a loving friend, and two of these
Most clearly managed matters at their ease.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
Adam
© Federico Garcia Lorca
A tree of blood soaks the morning
where the newborn woman groans.
Her voice leaves glass in the wound
and on the panes, a diagram of bone.
He Makes An End
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
What shall I tell you, dear, who have told all,
What do, whose wish, whose will is manacled,
What dare, whose duty at your festival
Is but to light the candles round Love's bed?
Accolon Of Gaul: Prelude
© Madison Julius Cawein
Why, dreams from dreams in dreams remembered! naught
Save this, alas! that once it seemed I thought
When You Are Not Surprised
© Conrad Aiken
When you are not surprised, not surprised,
nor leap in imagination from sunlight into shadow
