Great poems
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On the Tombs in Westminster Abbey
© Francis Beaumont
MORTALITY, behold and fear!
What a change of flesh is here!
Upon The Horse and His Rider
© John Bunyan
There's one rides very sagely on the road,
Showing that he affects the gravest mode.
Queen Mab: Part II.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
If solitude hath ever led thy steps
To the wild ocean's echoing shore,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book IV - Dyuta - (The Fatal Dice)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The madness increased, and Yudhishthir staked his brothers, and then
himself, and then the fair Draupadi, and lost! And thus the Emperor
of Indra-prastha and his family were deprived of every possession
on earth, and became the bond-slaves of Duryodhan. The old king
Dhrita-rashtra released them from actual slavery, but the five
brothers retired to forests as homeless exiles.
Porphyrion
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Yet into vacancy the troubled heart
Brings its own fullness: and Porphyrion found
The void a prison, and in the silence chains.
The Wife Of Flanders
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered,
Where I had seven sons until to-day,
A little hill of hay your spur has scattered. . . .
This is not Paris. You have lost your way.
The Conquerors Grave
© William Cullen Bryant
WITHIN this lowly grave a Conqueror lies,
And yet the monument proclaims it not,
The Fool Of The World: A Morality
© Arthur Symons
THE MAN. THE WORM.
DEATH, as the Fool, YOUTH.
THE SPADE. MIDDLE AGE.
THE COFFIN. OLD AGE.
The Warrior's Return
© Amelia Opie
Sir Walter returned from the far Holy Land,
And a blood-tinctured falchion he bore;
But such precious blood as now darkened his sword
Had never distained it before.
Texas Cowboy
© Karle Wilson Baker
From garden-beds I tend, it is not far
To those great ranges where he used to ride;
Breitmann In Battle
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I DINKS I'll go a vightin'" - outshpoke der Breitemann.
"It's eighdeen hoonderd fordy-eight since I kits swordt in hand;
Dese fourdeen years mit Hecker all roostin' I haf been,
Boot now I kicks der Teufel oop and goes for sailin' in."
To The Silenced
© Georg Trakl
Oh, the great city's madness when at nightfall
The crippled trees gape by the blackened wall,
The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask;
Lights with magnetic scourge drive off the stony night.
Oh, the sunken pealing of evening bells.
In the Armenian Mountains
© Hovhannes Toumanian
The way was heavy and the night was dark,
And yet we survived
Both sorrow and gloom.
Through the ages we go and gaze at the stark
Steep heights of our land-
The Armenian Highlands.
To A Friend Writing On Cabaret Dancers
© Ezra Pound
Good Hedgethorn', for we'll anglicize your name
Until the last slut's hanged and the last pig disembowelled,
Seeing your wife is charming and your child
Sings in the open meadow at least the kodak says so
Les Phares (The Beacons)
© Charles Baudelaire
Rubens, fleuve d'oubli, jardin de la paresse,
Oreiller de chair fraîche où l'on ne peut aimer,
Mais où la vie afflue et s'agite sans cesse,
Comme l'air dans le ciel et la mer dans la mer;
Hawaii
© Padraic Colum
II
I call on you, beloved
Breast so cold, so cold!
Oh, so cold, I have to say
I ku anu el
A Boy And His Dad
© Edgar Albert Guest
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
There is a glorious fellowship!
An Old Sermon With a New Text
© George MacDonald
My wife contrived a fleecy thing
Her husband to infold,
For 'tis the pride of woman still
To cover from the cold:
My daughter made it a new text
For a sermon very old.
