Life poems
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Sonnet II "Most Men Know Love But as a Part of Life"
© Henry Timrod
Most men know love but as a part of life;
They hide it in some corner of the breast,
A Life
© Sylvia Plath
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball,
This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear.
Here's yesterday, last year --
Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast
Windless threadwork of a tapestry.
A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
© Thomas Hardy
From the slow march and muffled drum,
And crowds distrest,
And book and bell, at length I have come
To my full rest.
Favorites of Pan
© Archibald Lampman
Once, long ago, before the gods
Had left this earth, by stream and forest glade,
Where the first plough upturned the clinging sods,
Or the lost shepherd strayed,
In War-Time A Psalm Of The Heart
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Scourge us as Thou wilt, oh Lord God of Hosts;
Deal with us, Lord, according to our transgressions;
But give us Victory!
Victory, victory! oh, Lord, victory!
Oh, Lord, victory! Lord, Lord, victory!
The Fairy Queen Sleeping. By Stothard
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
She lay upon a bank, the favourite haunt
Of the spring wind in its first sunshine hour,
Spanish Song
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Nay, Inez, no more persuade;
Those are sounds that to glory should move:
Susanna And Lucretia
© Samuel Boyse
Susanna, take Lucretia's boasted Place,
Superior Virtue claims superior Pow'r!
Sonnet LXXXIV. To The Muse
© Charlotte Turner Smith
WILT thou forsake me who in life's bright May
Lent warmer lustre to the radiant morn;
And even o'er summer scenes by tempests torn,
Shed with illusive light the dewy ray
Meditations of a Hindu Prince
© Alfred Comyn Lyall
ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod,
Are the people eternally seeking for the signs and steps of a God?
Weather Of The Soul
© Bliss William Carman
THERE is a world of being
We range from pole to pole,
Through seasons of the spirit
And weather of the soul.
Eclogue the Second Hassan
© William Taylor Collins
SCENE, the Desert TIME, Mid-day
10 In silent horror o'er the desert-waste
Hope
© William Cowper
Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,
With disappointment lowering in his eyes,
Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand by Berwyn Moore: American Life in Poetry #175 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laur
© Ted Kooser
A part of being a parent, it seems, is spending too much time fearing the worst. Here Berwyn Moore, a Pennsylvania poet, expresses that fearâirrational, but exquisitely painful all the same.
Driving to Camp Lend-A-Hand
To Mr. Tilman After He Had Taken Orders
© John Donne
THOU, whose diviner soul hath caused thee now
To put thy hand unto the holy plough,
