Life poems
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The Folk-Mote By The River
© William Morris
And now we saw the banners borne
On the first of the way that we had shorn;
So we laid the scythe upon the sward
And girt us to the battle-sword.
To the Memory of my dear and ever honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; Who deceased, July 31. 1653. an
© Anne Bradstreet
By duty bound, and not by custome led
To celebrate the praises of the dead,
The Wonderful Aussie Waler
© Arthur Henry Adams
When Allenby's Army smashed the Turk
Who was the bloke who did all the work
The Aussie knows and he'll tell you straight
Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo
© Fayyaz Hashmi
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Yunhi pehloo mein baithe raho
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
Hai mar jaayenge, hum to lut jaayenge
Aisi baatein kiya na karo
Aaj jaane ki zid na karo
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 131
© Alfred Tennyson
O true and tried, so well and long,
Demand not thou a marriage lay;
In that it is thy marriage day
Is music more than any song.
The Broken Drum
© Edgar Albert Guest
There is sorrow in the household;
There's a grief too hard to bear;
Au Lecteur (To The Reader)
© Charles Baudelaire
La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.
I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown
© Louise Labe
I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys
The Judgment Of Paris
© James Beattie
Far in the depth of Ida's inmost grove,
A scene for love and solitude design'd;
Where flowery woodbines wild, by Nature wove,
Form'd the lone bower, the royal swain reclined.
The White Comrade
© Robert Haven Schauffler
Under our curtain of fire,
Over the clotted clods,
We charged, to be withered, to reel
And despairingly wheel
When the bugles bade us retire
From the terrible odds.
Sonnet XXXVI: Life-In-Love
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Not in thy body is thy life at all,
But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;
The Black Knight
© Madison Julius Cawein
I had not found the road too short,
As once I had in days of youth,
The Altogether Lovely.
© Mather Byles
I.
Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse,
Thou Lord of all above:
Oft has my Song to thee arose,
My Song, inspir'd by Love.
On A Picture
© John Kenyon
This pictured work, with ancient graces fraught,
(Or so they say) Albertinelli wrought.
An Invocation to Poesy
© Charles Mackay
Stay with me, Poesy! playmate of childhood!
Friend of my manhood! delight of my youth!
Roamer with me over valley and wildwood,
Searching for loveliness, groping for Truth.
Tasso Dying
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
But it's too late! I stand before the fatal borne.
To wild applause I won't step on Capitoline,
And glory's laurels on my feeble head
Won't sweeten the bard's frightful lot.
