Happy poems
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Song Of Fellowship.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[Written and sung in honour of the birthday
of the Pastor Ewald at the time of Goethe's happy connection with
Lily.]
An Autumn Garden
© Bliss William Carman
For the ancient and virile nurture
Of the teeming primordial ground,
For the splendid gospel of color,
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.]
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._
Thoughts On Jesus Christ's Descent Into Hell.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[THE remarkable Poem of which this is a literal
but faint representation, was written when Goethe was only sixteen
years old. It derives additional interest from the fact of its being
the very earliest piece of his that is preserved. The few other
pieces included by Goethe under the title of Religion and Church
are polemical, and devoid of interest to the English reader.]
The Fisherman.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE waters rush'd, the waters rose,A fisherman sat by,
While on his line in calm reposeHe cast his patient eye.
And as he sat, and hearken'd there,The flood was cleft in twain,
And, lo! a dripping mermaid fairSprang from the troubled main.She sang to him, and spake the while:"Why lurest thou my brood,
Winter Journey Over The Hartz Mountains.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey,--
Hover, my song!
To My Worthy Friend Mr. Peter Lilly: On That Excellent Pict
© Richard Lovelace
Whilst the true eaglet this quick luster spies,
And by his SUN'S enlightens his owne eyes;
He cures his cares, his burthen feeles, then streight
Joyes that so lightly he can beare such weight;
Whilst either eithers passion doth borrow,
And both doe grieve the same victorious sorrow.
Sonnet XXXVIII: Fair and Lovely Maid
© Samuel Daniel
Fair and lovely maid, look from the shore,
See thy Leander striving in these waves,
Burial of the Dead
© John Keble
I thought to meet no more, so dreary seem'd
Death's interposing veil, and thou so pure,
Ode on Intimations of Immortality
© William Wordsworth
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
Kretschmann
© John Le Gay Brereton
Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meet
Rugged Kretschmann, the musician, plodding down a Sydney street,
Never see the low broad figure, massive head and shaggy mane
And the quiet furrowed features, never hear his voice again.
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Poca favilla gran fliamma seconda. - Dante
Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,
E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore. - Petrarca
The Youth of England To Garibaldi's Legend
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
O ye who by the gaping earth
Where, faint with resurrection, lay
An empire struggling into birth,
Her storm-strown beauty cold with clay,
The free winds round her flowery head,
Her feet still rooted with the dead,
Reynard the Fox - Part 1
© John Masefield
Poor Polly's dying struck him queer,
He was a darkened man thereafter,
Cowed, silent, he would wince at laughter
And be so gentle it was strange
Even to see. Life loves to change.
Mount Bukaroo
© Henry Lawson
Only one old post is standing --
Solid yet, but only one --
Where the milking, and the branding,
And the slaughtering were done.
Hermann And Dorothea - V. Polyhymnia
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE COSMOPOLITE.
BUT the Three, as before, were still sitting and talking together,
The Hunter of the Uruguay to his Love
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Would'st thou be happy, would'st thou be free,
Come to our woody islands with me!
Peter Anderson And Co.
© Henry Lawson
They tried everything and nothing 'twixt the shovel and the press,
And were more or less successful in their ventures -- mostly less.
Once they ran a country paper till the plant was seized for debt,
And the local sinners chuckle over dingy copies yet.
