Life poems
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The Return to Ulster
© Sir Walter Scott
Once again,- but how chang'd since my wand'rings began-
I have heard the deep voice of the Lagan and Bann,
Welcome To Winter
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
NOW, with wild and windy roar,
Stalwart Winter comes once more,--
O'er our roof-tree thunders loud,
And from edges of black cloud
The Ring And The Book - Chapter III - The Other Half-Rome
© Robert Browning
ANOTHER DAY that finds her living yet,
Little Pompilia, with the patient brow
The Penalty
© Rudyard Kipling
Once in life I watched a Star;
But I whistled, "Let her go!
There are others, fairer far,
Which my favouring skies shall show
Here I lied, and herein I
Stood to pay the penalty.
Italy : 19. Foscari
© Samuel Rogers
Let us lift up the curtain, and observe
What passes in that chamber. Now a sigh,
And now a groan is heard. Then all is still.
Twenty are sitting as in judgement there;
On The Death Of ---
© Richard Monckton Milnes
I'm not where I was yesterday,
Though my home be still the same,
For I have lost the veriest friend
Whom ever a friend could name;
The Trenches
© Frederic Manning
Endless lanes sunken in the clay,
Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage,
Richard and Kate: A suffolk Ballad
© 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._
Troilus And Cresida
© William Wordsworth
FROM CUAUCER
NEXT morning Troilus began to clear
His eyes from sleep, at the first break of day,
And unto Pandarus, his own Brother dear,
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene
© George Crabbe
merchant's son,
Choice spirits all, who wish'd him to be one;
It must, no question, give them lively joy,
Hopes long indulged to combat and destroy;
At these they levelled all their skill and
Epitaph
© Lascelles Abercrombie
ir, you shall notice me: I am the Man;
I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied.
The Wooing Of Gheezis
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
The red chief Gheezis, chief of the golden wampum, lay
And watched the west-wind blow adrift the clouds,
Scenes In London IV - The City Churchyard
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
I PRAY thee lay me not to rest
Among these mouldering bones;
Too heavily the earth is prest
By all these crowded stones.
The Voices Of The Rain
© Roderic Quinn
LAST night, when under troubled skies
The storm went marching o'er the plain,
An elfin music seemed to rise,
A singing in the rain.
A Womans Sonnets: XI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Wild words I write, and lettered in deep pain,
To lay in your loved hand as love's farewell.
It is the thought we shall not meet again
Nerves me to write and my whole secret tell.
The Helmsman
© Henry Kendall
LIKE one who meets a staggering blow,
The stout old ship doth reel,
And waters vast go seething past
But will it last, this fearful blast,
On straining shroud and groaning mast,
O sailor at the wheel?
Memory's Genesis
© Charles Harpur
Yes! tis a melancholy sweet,
And thus let Memory oft repeat
Lifes first tale, that to the core
Retempered by such generous lore,
Our hardning spirits, as tis meet,
May pity the cold worldthe world we trust no more!
Langue D'Oc
© Ezra Pound
When the springtime is sweet
And the birds repeat
Their new song in the leaves.
Tis meet
A man go where he will.
