Poems begining by I
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In The Dead Of Night
© Sugawara Takesue no Musume
In the dead of night, moon-gazing,
The thought of the deep mountain affrighted,
Yet longings for the mountain village
At all other moments filled my heart.
"I can't sleep..."
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I cant sleep. Homer, and the taut white sails.
I could the list of ships read only to a half:
The long-long breed, the train of flying cranes
Had lifted once the ancient Greece above.
In A Herber Green Asleep Whereas I Lay
© Robert Wever
In a herber green asleep whereas I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play:
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
In The Garden At Swainston
© Alfred Tennyson
NIGHTINGALES warbled without,
Within was weeping for thee:
If Thou Wilt Ease Thine Heart
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
IF thou wilt ease thine heart
Of love, and all its smart,-
If That High World
© George Gordon Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
Idyll XVIII. The Bridal of Helen
© Theocritus
"As peers the nascent Morning
Over thy shades, O Night,
When Winter disenchains the land,
And Spring goes forth in white:
So Helen shone above us,
All loveliness and light.
In A Garden
© George Essex Evans
It shall fold you soft as the mist,
Yet stir your heart like the sea,
Till lips that never were kissed
Shall yeld their homage to me.
Insect.
© Robert Crawford
We do not grasp ourselves, but still drift on
As aimless as a mote in the warm air,
Whose senses take the sweetness of the time,
And in a moment let existence go,
Its tiny death-squeak an indefinite thing
Recorded in the general ear of God.
IV: To The World
© Benjamin Jonson
A farewell for a Gentlewoman, vertuous and noble
False world, good-night, since thou hast brought
That houre upon my morne of age,
Hence-forth I quit thee from my thought,
In Ithica
© Andrew Lang
Thou too, thy haven gained, must turn thee yet
To look across the sad and stormy space,
Years of a youth as bitter as the sea,
Ah, with a heavy heart, and eyelids wet,
Because, within a fair forsaken place
The life that might have been is lost to thee.
Irelands Vengeance
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
In Front Of The Landscape
© Thomas Hardy
Plunging and labouring on in a tide of visions,
Dolorous and dear,
In A Monastery Garden
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
OVER the long salt ridges
And the gold sea-poppies between,
Imitation Of Spenser
© John Keats
Now Morning from her orient chamber came,
And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;
Crowning its lawny crest with amber flame,
Silv'ring the untainted gushes of its rill;
Italy : 17. The Gondola
© Samuel Rogers
Boy, call the Gondola; the sun is set.----
It came, and we embarked; but instantly,
As at the waving of a magic wand,
Though she had stept on board so light of foot,
I Saw A Jolly Hunter
© Charles Causley
I saw a jolly hunter
With a jolly gun
Walking in the country
In the jolly sun.
Immigration
© Anonymous
Now Jordan's land of promise is the burden of my song,
Perhaps you've heard him lecture, and blow about it strong;
To hear him talk you'd think it was a heaven upon earth,
But listen and I'll tell you now the plain unvarnished truth.
