Great poems
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In March
© Archibald Lampman
The last seared drifts are eating fast away
With glassy tinkle into glittering laces:
Dogs lie asleep, and little children play
With tops and marbles in the sun-bare places;
And I that stroll with many a thoughtful pause
Almost forget that winter ever was.
Consalvo
© Giacomo Leopardi
Approaching now the end of his abode
On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 05 - Origins Of Vegetable And Animal Life
© Lucretius
And now to what remains!- Since I've resolved
By what arrangements all things come to pass
Moses
© Thomas Parnell
Ile sing to God, Ile Sing ye songs of praise
To God triumphant in his wondrous ways,
To God whose glorys in the Seas excell,
Where the proud horse & prouder rider fell.
An Excellent New Song Being The Intended Speech Of A Famous Orator Against Peace
© Jonathan Swift
An orator dismal of Nottinghamshire,
Who has forty years let out his conscience to hire,
Out of zeal for his country, and want of a place,
Is come up, vi et armis, to break the queen's peace.
Stanzas - To the Memory of an agreeable Lady, buried in marriage to a Person undeserving her
© William Shenstone
'Twas always held, and ever will,
By sage mankind, discreeter
To anticipate a lesser ill
Than undergo a greater.
The Rook And The Sparrows
© Charles Lamb
A little boy with crumbs of bread
Many a hungry sparrow fed.
The Fall Of Richmond
© Frances Anne Kemble
Roll not a drumsend not a clarion note
Of haughty triumph to the silent sky!
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 3.
© William Cowper
Eve. Adam, my best beloved!
My guardian and my guide!
Thou source of all my comfort, all my joy!
Thee, thee alone I wish,
And in these pleasing shades
Thee only have I sought.
Rizpah
© Henry Kendall
SAID one who led the spears of swarthy Gad,
To Jesses mighty son: My Lord, O King,
The Black Knight's Song
© Sir Walter Scott
There came three merry men from south, west, and north,
Ever more sing the roundelay;
To win the Widow of Wycombe forth,
And where was the widow might say them nay?
The Heretic's Tragedy
© Robert Browning
(It would seem to be a glimpse from the
burning of Jacques du Bourg-Mulay, at Paris,
A. D. 1314; as distorted by the refraction from
Flemish brain to brain, during the course of
a couple of centuries.)
Wales Visitation
© Allen Ginsberg
White fog lifting & falling on mountain-brow
Trees moving in rivers of wind
The Leaf-Cricket
© Madison Julius Cawein
I see thee quaintly
Beneath the leaf; thy shell-shaped winglets faintly-
(As thin as spangle
Of cobwebbed rain)-held up at airy angle;
I hear thy tinkle
With faery notes the silvery stillness sprinkle;
Oscar Of Alva: A Tale
© George Gordon Byron
How sweetly shines through azure skies,
The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore;
Where Alva's hoary turrets rise,
And hear the din of arms no more!
Pretence. Part I - Table-Talk
© John Kenyon
The youth, who long hath trod with trusting feet,
Starts from the flash which shows him life's deceit;
Then, with slow footstep, ponders, undeceived,
On all his heart, for many a year, believed;
But hence he eyes the world with sharpened view,
And learns, too soon, to separate false from true.
Montserrat
© Arthur Symons
Peace waits among the hills;
I have drunk peace,
Here, where the blue air fills
The great cup of the hills,
And fills with peace.
Lessons For A Child
© George MacDonald
If thou wouldst be like him, little one, go
And be kind with a kindness undefiled;
Who gives for the pleasure of thanks, my child,
God's gladness cannot know.
The Season
© Alfred Austin
So sings the river through the summer days,
And I, submissive, follow what I praise.
What if my boyish blood would rather stay
Where lawns invite, where bonnibels delay,
Though but a youth and not averse from these,
To conflict called, I abdicate my ease,
