Life poems
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Lettice
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
I said to Lettice, our sister Lettice,
While drooped and glistened her eyelash brown,
"Your man's a poor man, a cold and dour man,
There's many a better about our town."
A Snow-White Lily
© Alfred Austin
There was a snow-white lily
Grew by a cottage door:
Such a white and wonderful lily
Never was seen before.
Wild Peace
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Blue noon shines o'er the sea;
Waves break starry on the sand;
Lights and sounds and scents come free
On the radiant air of the land.
"Why do the clock-hoppers sing"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
Why do the clock-hopperssing,
And fever rustle
And dry stove crackle --
It is red silk burning.
An Autumn Evening At Murray Bay
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Darkly falls the autumn twilight, rustles by the crisp leaf sere,
Sadly wail the lonely night-winds, sweeping sea-ward, chill and drear,
Sullen dash the restless waters gainst a bleak and rock-bound shore,
While the sea-birds weird voices mingle with their surging roar.
Spring In The Alps
© Mathilde Blind
The Sunlight, leaping from the Heights,
Flames o'er the fields of May,
Winged with unnumbered swallow-flights
Fresh from the long sea way;
Fragment Of "The Castle Builder."
© John Keats
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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
A Vow
© Edgar Albert Guest
I might not ever scale the mountain heights
Where all the great men stand in glory now;
Across
© Octavio Paz
I turn the page of the day,
writing what I'm told
by the motion of your eyelashes.
Question And Answer
© Mathilde Blind
"CAN the soul die, believe you?
Because it seems to me
My soul is dead and buried,
So still it seems to be.
To Governor Swain
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAR GOVERNOR, if my skiff might brave
The winds that lift the ocean wave,
Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lying dead among thy books,
The peace of God in all thy looks!
The Visions Of Petrarch
© Edmund Spenser
Being one day at my window all alone,
So manie strange things happened me to see,
Beloved Name
© Victor Marie Hugo
The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--
A Ballad Of Marjorie
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"What ails you that you look so pale,
O fisher of the sea?"
Night Song At Amalfi
© Sara Teasdale
I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love -
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.
Art Maxims
© William Watson
Often ornateness
Goes with greatness;
Oftener felicity
Comes of simplicity.
Sream Travel
© John Kenyon
Who hath not longed, by converse fired or book,
To break him sudden from his own home-nook,
The Roman Rose-Seller
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, see
My flowers are Roman-blown; their nectaries
