Life poems
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I.--Life
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain;
Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun,
Veiling the light with their melodious rain,
Life is a warp of gloom and glory spun;
Sonnet VI: Go From Me
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
"When This Old World Was New"
© Henry Austin Dobson
When this old world was new,
Before the towns were made,
Love was a shepherd too.
To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
As one doth touch a flower wherein the dew
Trembles to fall, as one unplaits the ply
Translation Of The Famous Greek War Song
© George Gordon Byron
Sons of the Greeks, arise!
The glorious hour's gone forth,
And, worthy of such ties,
Display who gave us birth.
To My Love.
© Arthur Henry Adams
"PAINT me," you said, "a poem; give to me
A breathing thought that I may keep to kiss!"
While that low laugh that aye a mandate is
Nestled upon your lips. Call memory
Creation
© Sophus Niels Christen Claussen
I am unborn as yet, but am delivered giving birth.
From the life in my work I sense the life in myself,
robbed of this mirror, I am as good as laid in earth.
Hands All Round
© Alfred Tennyson
First pledge our Queen this solemn night,
Then drink to England, every guest;
Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee: American Life in Poetry #77 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 5
© Publius Vergilius Maro
MEANTIME the Trojan cuts his watry way,
Fixd on his voyage, thro the curling sea;
Usury
© Albert Durrant Watson
HEIR to the wealth of all the storied past,
A thousand generations pour their life
Into this heart of mine;
'Twere base indeed if these should be the last,
Life's standard bearing in some noble strife,
To advance the battle line.
Thou Art Indeed Just
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Sir, life upon thy cause. See, banks and brakes
Now, leav{`e}d how thick! lac{`e}d they are again
With fretty chervil, look, and fresh wind shakes
Them; birds build - but not I build; no, but strain,
Time's eunuch, and not breed one work that wakes.
Mine, O thou lord of life, send my roots rain.
Olney Hymn 19: Contentment
© William Cowper
Fierce passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea,
But calm, content and peace we find,
When, Lord, we turn to Thee.
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story
© John Clare
The maids, impatient now old Goody ceased,
As restless children from the school released,
Right gladly proving, what she'd just foretold,
That young ones' stories were preferred to old,
Turn to the whisperings of their former joy,
That oft deceive, but very rarely cloy.
To The Fossil Flower
© Jones Very
Dark fossil flower! I see thy leaves unrolled,
With all thy lines of beauty freshly marked,
The Marseillaise
© John Todhunter
What means this mighty chant, wherein its wail
Of some intolerable woe, grown strong
In Memoriam A. H. H.: Preface
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how,
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
© John Austin
Blest be thy love, dear Lord,
That taught us this sweet way,
Only to love Thee for Thyself,
And for that love obey.
Found
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THERE is a budding morrow in midnight:
So sang our Keats, our English nightingale.
