Dreams poems
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Till All the Bad Things Came Untrue
© Henry Lawson
BY blacksoil plains burned grey with drought
Where desert shrubs and grasses grow,
Design And Performance
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
They float before my soul, the fair designs
Which I would body forth to life and power,
To Robert Burns
© James Whitcomb Riley
Sweet Singer that I loe the maist
O' ony, sin' wi' eager haste
I smacket bairn-lips ower the taste
O' hinnied sang,
I hail thee, though a blessed ghaist
In Heaven lang!
The Last Banquet Of Antony And Cleopatra
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thy foes had girt thee with their dead array,
O stately Alexandra! - yet the sound
The Creole Girl; Or, The Physicians Story
© Caroline Norton
SHE came to England from the island clime
Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave;
She died in early youth--before her time--
"Peace to her broken heart, and virgin grave!"
II.
The First Kiss Of Love
© George Gordon Byron
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance;
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove!
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
Childe Harold's Pilgrimage: A Romaunt. Canto IV.
© George Gordon Byron
I.
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs;
The Evening Of The Holiday
© Giacomo Leopardi
The night is mild and clear, and without wind,
And o'er the roofs, and o'er the gardens round
We Are To Play The Game Of Death
© Rabindranath Tagore
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
Sickness
© John Crowe Ransom
God plucked him back, and plucked him back,
And did his best to smoothe the pain.
The sick man said it was good to know
That God was true, if prayer was vain.
The Merrimac
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Stream of my fathers! sweetly still
The sunset rays thy valley fill;
Fishing Nooks
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Men will grow weary," said the Lord,
"Of working for their bed and board.
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
Country Life:to His Brother, Mr Thomas Herrick
© Robert Herrick
Thrice, and above, blest, my soul's half, art thou,
In thy both last and better vow;
