Great poems
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The Comparison, the Choice, and the Enjoyment.
© Mather Byles
I.
Who on the Earth, or in the Skies,
Thy Beauties can declare?
Jesus, dear Object of my Eyes,
My Everlasting Fair.
I Loved
© Vahan Tekeyan
I loved; yet not even one
Of those I loved ever knew
How dearly, how well I loved...
Who knows how to read the heart?
Thomas Decker: VIII
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
O sweetest heart of all thy time save one,
Star seen for loves sake nearest to the sun,
Hung lamplike oer a dense and doleful city,
Not Shakespeares very spirit, howeer more great,
Than thine toward man was more compassionate,
Nor gave Christ praise from lips more sweet with pity.
How Salvator Won
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The gate was thrown open, I rode out alone,
More proud than a monarch who sits on a throne.
I am but a jockey, yet shout upon shout
Went up from the people who watched me ride out;
And the cheers that rang forth from that warm-hearted crowd,
Were as earnest as those to which monarch e'er bowed.
To My Mother Earth
© George MacDonald
O Earth, Earth, Earth,
I am dying for love of thee,
For thou hast given me birth,
And thy hands have tended me.
The Ardennes Forest
© Zbigniew Herbert
Cup your hands to scoop up sleep
as you would draw a grain of water
The Princes' Quest - Part the First
© William Watson
There was a time, it passeth me to say
How long ago, but sure 'twas many a day
Beauty
© Mathilde Blind
And yet your beauty breeds a strange despair,
And pang of yearning in the helpless heart;
To shield you from time's fraying wear and tear,
That from yourself yourself would wrench apart,
How save you, fairest, but to set you where
Mortality kills death in deathless art?
The Cypress-Tree Of Ceylon
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THEY sat in silent watchfulness
The sacred cypress-tree about,
And, from beneath old wrinkled brows,
Their failing eyes looked out.
Good-bye
© Ada Cambridge
Good-bye! - 'tis like a churchyard bell - good-bye!
Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe!
Kiss me again, dear love, before you go.
Ah, me, how fast the precious moments fly!
Good-bye! Good-bye!
You said that I
© Emily Dickinson
You said that I "was Great"one Day
Then "Great" it beif that please Thee
Or Smallor any size at all
NayI'm the size suit Thee
Mary in Bethlehem: A Nativity
© Arthur Symons
JOSEPH
The night is blue, with stars of gold;
The middle watch of night is past;
See now, it will be morning soon!
Yet there is time enough for sleep.
[He shuts the door, and stands near the manger. ]
Hint From The Mountains For Certain Political Pretenders
© William Wordsworth
"WHO but hails the sight with pleasure
When the wings of genius rise,
Their ability to measure
With great enterprise;
Sonnet XIV. Addressed To The Same (Haydon)
© John Keats
Great spirits now on earth are sojourning;
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Songs of the Voices of Birds: Introduction
© Jean Ingelow
CHILD AND BOATMAN.
“Martin, I wonder who makes all the songs.”
Churching Of Women
© John Keble
Is there, in bowers of endless spring,
One known from all the seraph band
By softer voice, by smile and wing
More exquisitely bland!
Here let him speed: to-day this hallowed air
Is fragrant with a mother's first and fondest prayer.
