Great poems
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Sonnet XXII. To Simplicity
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
O! I do love thee, meek Simplicity!
For of thy lays the lulling simpleness
Goes to my heart, and soothes each small distress--
Distress tho' small, yet haply great to me!
The Ninth Olympic Ode Of Pindar
© Henry James Pye
EPODE III.
From hence the skilful well might find
The impatience of Patroclus' mind:
Achilles, therefore, with parental care,
Advis'd him ne'er alone to tempt the war.
Auld Maitland
© Andrew Lang
There lived a king in southern land,
King Edward hight his name;
Unwordily he wore the crown,
Till fifty years were gane.
A Sicilian Idyll
© Thomas Sturge Moore
Cydilla
Thanks, Damon; now, by Zeus, thou art so brisk,
It shames me that to stoop should try my bones.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
John Pegram
© William Gordon McCabe
What shall we say now of our knight,
Or how express the measure of our woe
For him who rode the foremost in the fight,
Whose good blade flashed so far amid the foe?
The Spirit Of Discovery By Sea - Book The Third
© William Lisle Bowles
My heart has sighed in secret, when I thought
That the dark tide of time might one day close,
The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Up soared the lark into the air,
A shaft of song, a wingéd prayer,
As if a soul released from pain
Were flying back to heaven again.
Smyrna
© John Newton
The message first to Smyrna sent,
A message full of grace;
To all the Saviour's flock is meant,
In every age and place.
Unser Gott
© Karle Wilson Baker
(Yea, "Unser Gott! Our strength is Unser Gott!
Not that light-minded Bon Dieu of France!")
Douro
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The dripping of the boughs in silence heard
Softly; the low note of some lingering bird
Amid the weeping vapour; the chill fall
Of solitary evening upon all
By The Camp Fire
© Ada Cambridge
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide;
The purple hill-tops, one by one, were strangely lit and glorified;
And yet how sweet the night has grown, with palest starlights dimly sown!
Winter Sunset
© Katharine Tynan
Roses in the sky,
Roses in the sea
Bowers of scarlet sky-roses
Take my heart and me.
The Transfixed
© Arthur Rimbaud
Black in the snow and fog,
at the great lighted airshaft, their bums rounded,
on their knees, five little ones - what anguish! -
watch the baker making the heavy white bread.
The Bacchanal Of Alexander
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
A wondrous rumour fills and stirs
The wide Carmanian Vale;
On leafy hills the sunburnt vintagers
John James Audobon
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Some men live for warlike deeds,
Some for womens words.
John James Audubon
Lived to look at birds.
To Edward Williams
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The serpent is shut out from Paradise.
The wounded deer must seek the herb no more
In which its heart-cure lies:
To Mr. Harley - Wounded by Guiscard
© Matthew Prior
In one great now, superior to an age,
The full extremes of nature's force we find:
How heavenly virtue can exalt, or rage
Infernal how degrade the human mind.
A Pastoral upon the birth of Prince Charles: presented to the King
© Robert Herrick
AMIN. Good day, Mirtillo. MIRT. And to you no less;
And all fair signs lead on our shepherdess.
Love Songs
© Harriet Monroe
I
I LOVE my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
Deep in its perfume but an hour.
I love my life, but not too well.
