Great poems
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The Human Tree
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Many have Earth's lovers been,
Tried in seas and wars, I ween;
365. Lines on Fergusson, the Poet
© Robert Burns
ILL-FATED genius! Heaven-taught Fergusson!
What heart that feels and will not yield a tear,
To think Lifes sun did set eer well begun
To shed its influence on thy bright career.
Let Us Go
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Let us go hence together without fear;
231. Epistle to Robert Graham, Esq., of Fintry
© Robert Burns
WHEN Nature her great master-piece designd,
And framd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She formd of various parts the various Man.
Sonnet 25: The Wisest Scholar
© Sir Philip Sidney
The wisest scholar of the wight most wise
By Phoebus' doom, with sugar'd sentence says,
That Virtue, if it once met with our eyes,
Strange flames of love it in our souls would raise;
At Dawn
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
The dawn is here! I climb the hill;
The earth is young and strangely still;
A tender green is showing where
But yesterday my fields were bare. . . .
I climb and, as I climb, I sing;
The dawn is here, and with it - spring!
Ode IV: To The Honourable Charles Townshend In The Country
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
How oft shall i survey
Love Declared
© Francis Thompson
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,
We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought
249. Sappho Redivivus: A Fragment
© Robert Burns
BY all I lovd, neglected and forgot,
No friendly face eer lights my squalid cot;
Shunnd, hated, wrongd, unpitied, unredrest,
The mockd quotation of the scorners jest!
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
Earth's Eternity
© John Clare
Man, Earth's poor shadow! talks of Earth's decay:
But hath it nothing of eternal kin?
56. Epistle to Davie, A Brother Poet
© Robert Burns
WHILE winds frae aff Ben-Lomond blaw,
An bar the doors wi driving snaw,
An hing us owre the ingle,
I set me down to pass the time,
83. The Cotters Saturday Night
© Robert Burns
MY lovd, my honourd, much respected friend!
No mercenary bard his homage pays;
With honest pride, I scorn each selfish end,
My dearest meed, a friends esteem and praise:
Canada To England
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O little isle our fathers held for home,
Not, not alone thy standards and thy hosts
Lead where thy sons shall follow, Mother Land:
Quick as the north wind, ardent as the foam,
Behold, behold the invulnerable ghosts
Of all past greatnesses about thee stand.
67. Epistle to John Goldie, in Kilmarnock
© Robert Burns
Ive seen me dazed upon a time,
I scarce could wink or see a styme;
Just ae half-mutchkin does me prime,
Ought less is little
Then back I rattle on the rhyme,
As glegs a whittle.
The Choice
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
This Consul Casementhe who heard the cry
Of stricken peopleand who in his fight
308. The Epitaph on Captain Matthew Henderson
© Robert Burns
STOP, passenger! my storys brief,
And truth I shall relate, man;
I tell nae common tale o grief,
For Matthew was a great man.
287. SongThe Battle of Sherramuir
© Robert Burns
O CAM ye here the fight to shun,
Or herd the sheep wi me, man?
Or were ye at the Sherra-moor,
Or did the battle see, man?
