Great poems
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The Glimpse
© George Herbert
Whither away, Delight?
Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart,
And give me up to night?
For many weeks of lingring pain and smart
But one half hour of comfort for my heart?
Answers In A Game Of Questions.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE LADY.IN the small and great world too,What most charms a woman's heart?
It is doubtless what is new,For its blossoms joy impart;
Nobler far is what is true,For fresh blossoms it can shootEven in the time of fruit.THE YOUNG GENTLEMAN.With the Nymphs in wood and caveParis was acquainted well,
Till Zeus sent, to make him rave,Three of those in Heav'n who dwell;
Wedding Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
His grandson of whom we are telling.
The Count as Crusader had blazon'd his fame,
Through many a triumph exalted his name,
And when on his steed to his dwelling he came,
Sonnet V
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action,
When the miserly press of each day's need
Killed In Action
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
MY father lived his three-score years; my son lived twenty-two;
One looked long back on work well done, and one had all to do--
Yet which the better served his world, I know not, nor do you!
The Bliss Of Absence.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And her image paint at night!
Better rule no lover knows,
Yet true rapture greater grows,
Joy And Sorrow.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
As a fisher-boy I faredTo the black rock in the sea,
And, while false gifts I prepared.Listen'd and sang merrily,
Down descended the decoy,Soon a fish attack'd the bait;
One exultant shout of joy,--And the fish was captured straight.Ah! on shore, and to the woodPast the cliffs, o'er stock and stone,
The Day of Hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
New Love, New Life.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I acknowledge thee no more.
Fled is all that gave thee gladness,
Fled the cause of all thy sadness,
At Burgos
© Arthur Symons
Miraculous silver-work in stone
Against the blue miraculous skies,
The belfry towers and turrets rise
Out of the arches that enthrone
That airy wonder of the skies.
An Autumn Garden
© Bliss William Carman
For the ancient and virile nurture
Of the teeming primordial ground,
For the splendid gospel of color,
Phoebus And Hermes.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one,Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain.
Hermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by Apollo,Yet were the hearts of the foes fruitlessly nourish'd by hope.
For on a sudden Ares burst in, with fury decisive,Dashing in twain the gold toy, brandishing wildly his sword.
Hermes, malicious one, laughed beyond measure; yet deep-seated sorrowSeized upon Phoebus's heart, seized on the heart of each Muse. 1799.*
Celebrity.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[A satire on his own Sorrows of Werther.]ON bridges small and bridges great
Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state,
Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone,
Some small as dolls, some giants grown;
Winter Sunrise
© Robert Laurence Binyon
It is early morning within this room; without,
Dark and damp; without and within, stillness
Waiting for day: not a sound but a listening air.
The Bride Of Corinth.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection
with a
friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two
great poets, to which many of their finest works are owing.]
The Wanderer.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Published in the Gottingen Musen Almanach,
having been written "to express his feelings and caprices" after
his separation from Frederica.]
Human Feelings.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
AH, ye gods! ye great immortals
In the spacious heavens above us!
Would ye on this earth but give us
Steadfast minds and dauntless courage
We, oh kindly ones, would leave you
All your spacious heavens above us!
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
