Great poems
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Translation Of A Latin Poem
© William Lisle Bowles
BY THE REV. NEWTON OGLE, DEAN OF MANCHESTER.
Oh thou, that prattling on thy pebbled way
Life And Death
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.
"PH. Best & Co.'s Lager-Beer"
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In every part of the thrifty town,
Whether my course be up or down,
In lane, and alley, and avenue,
Painted in yellow, and red, and blue,
This side and that, east and west,
Was this flaunting sign-board of "Ph. Best."
Oxford Cheese Ode
© James McIntyre
The ancient poets ne'er did dream
That Canada was land of cream,
They ne'er imagined it could flow
In this cold land of ice and snow,
Where everything did solid freeze,
They ne'er hoped or looked for cheese.
A Legal Mouse
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
A lawyer had a legal mouse,
A naughty one they say,
That took possession of his house
And papers ev'ry day,
The Wife Of Brittany
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
TRUTH wed to beauty in an antique tale,
Sweet-voiced like some immortal nightingale,
Trills the clear burden of her passsionate lay,
As fresh, as fair as wonderful to-day
As when the music of her balmy tongue
Ravished the first warm hearts for whom she sung.
The Coming of the Wind
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
An hour agone, and prostrate Nature lay
Like some sore-smitten creature nigh to death,
Private Eye Lettuce
© Richard Brautigan
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
the name and drawing of a detective
The Child Of The Islands - Conclusion
© Caroline Norton
I.
MY lay is ended! closed the circling year,
From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night;
The moan of sorrow, and the sigh of fear,
Daniel. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Persons of the Drama.
Darius, King of Media and Babylon.
Pharnaces, Courtier, Enemy to Daniel.
Soranus, dido.
Araspes, A Young Median Lord, Friend and Convert to Daniel
Daniel.
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude
© Ada Cambridge
E'en till the woods and hamlets down below,
And summer meadows, were all broad and clear;
The river, moving statelily and slow,
A crimson ribbon in the sunset glow-
The dim, white, distant city strangely near.
The Hermit
© James Beattie
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,
And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,
Why Dost Thou Shade Thy Lovely Face?
© Francis Quarles
Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? Oh, why
Does that eclipsing hand so long deny
The Widow Gordon's Petition
© Mary Barber
Weary'd with long Attendance on the Court,
You, Madam, are the Wretch's last Resort.
Eternal King! if here in vain I cry,
Where shall the Fatherless and Widow fly?
The Missed Train
© Thomas Hardy
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an innsmall, obscure
At the junction, fret-fraught!
Hail! Master Death!
© Edgar Lee Masters
When conquerors lift the bloody shield,
Showing the fallen's ooze of life,
And on a waste of blasted field
Joy quickens to the drum and fife,
Sonnets LXXIV: LXXV:LXXVI: Old and New Art
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I. ST. LUKE THE PAINTER
Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;
Against Frivolous Pursuits
© Confucius
Like splendid robes appear the wings
Of the ephemeral fly;
And such the pomp of those great men,
Which soon in death shall lie!
I grieve! Would they but come to me!
To teach them I should try.
After Blenheim
© Robert Southey
It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
