Great poems
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The Cathedral
© James Russell Lowell
Far through the memory shines a happy day,
Cloudless of care, down-shod to every sense,
Pray for the Dead
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
PRAY for the deadwho bids thee not?
Do all our human loves grow pale,
Or are the old needs all forgot
When men have passed within the veil?
Italy : 4. The Great St. Bernard
© Samuel Rogers
Night was again descending, when my mule,
That all day long had climbed among the clouds,
Higher and higher still, as by a stair
Let down from heaven itself, transporting me,
A Song of Honour
© Ralph Hodgson
I climbed a hill as light fell short,
And rooks came home in scramble sort,
Fame
© Edgar Albert Guest
FAME is a fickle jade at best,
And he who seeks to win her smile
Must trudge, disdaining play or rest,
O'er many a long and weary mile.
To E. Fitzgerald: Tiresias
© Alfred Tennyson
. OLD FITZ, who from your suburb grange,
Where once I tarried for a while,
An Essay on Man: Epistle II
© Alexander Pope
Superior beings, when of late they saw
A mortal Man unfold all Nature's law,
Admir'd such wisdom in an earthly shape,
And showed a Newton as we shew an Ape.
To Lydia Maria Child
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The sweet spring day is glad with music,
But through it sounds a sadder strain;
The worthiest of our narrowing circle
Sings Loring's dirges o'er again.
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634. (Comus)
© John Milton
The Scene changes to a stately palace, set out with all manner of
deliciousness: soft music, tables spread with all dainties. Comus
appears with his rabble, and the LADY set in an enchanted chair;
to
whom he offers his glass; which she puts by, and goes about to
rise.
Home And The Office
© Edgar Albert Guest
Home is the place where the laughter should ring,
And man should be found at his best.
Love Unknown
© George Herbert
Deare friend, sit down, the tale is long and sad:
And in my faintings I presume your love
The Wreath
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
[EASTER, ] Here on my path by some hard fate struck down,
When life at last held out full hands to me.
SONG OF THE CLOUDS (from The Clouds)
© Aristophanes
CLOUD-MAIDENS that float on forever,
Dew-sprinkled, fleet bodies, and fair,
A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age
© Alice Meynell
Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses,
O time-worn woman, think of her who blesses
What thy thin fingers touch, with her caresses.
To The Obelisk
© Mathilde Blind
Now reared beside out Thames so wintry grey,
Where blocks of ice drift with the drifting stream,
Thou risest o'er the alien prospect! Say,
Yon dull, blear, rayless orb whose lurid gleam
Tinges the snow-draped ships and writhing steam,
Is this the sun which fired thine orient day?
The Saints Ascend To Heaven
© Michael Wigglesworth
The Saints behold with courage bold, and thankful wonderment.
To see all those that were their foes thus sent to punishment:
Then do they sing unto their King a Song of endless Praise:
They praise his Name, and do proclaim that just are all his ways.
