Life poems
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The Wild Kangaroo
© Henry Kendall
The rain-clouds have gone to the deep -
The East like a furnace doth glow;
Address To The Unco Guid
© Robert Burns
My Son, these maxims make a rule,
An' lump them aye thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
Verses Addressed To My Two Nephews
© Helen Maria Williams
Resolve to feel that best delight
Reserv'd for those who live aright:
And thus, dear Boys! your tribute pay;
Thus consecrate SAINT HELEN'S DAY!
A Mother Gazes Upon Her Daughter
© Henry Timrod
Is she not lovely! Oh! when, long ago,
My own dead mother gazed upon my face,
As I stood blushing near in bridal snow,
I had not half her beauty and her grace.
Night-Bound.
© Robert Crawford
Comes the night that brings me rest,
Comes the dark that folds me in
This of all my nights the best,
Nights of virtue, nights of sin.
The Merchant Ship
© Henry Kendall
The Sun oer the waters was throwing
In the freshness of morning its beams;
The Ballad Of The Solemn Ass
© Henry Van Dyke
Recited at the Century Club, New York: Twelfth Night. 1906
Come all ye good Centurions and wise men of the times,
The Puzzle is no Puzzle
© James Merrill
A card table in the library stands ready
To receive the puzzle which keeps never coming.
Satyr VIII. The Picture Of Time
© Thomas Parnell
Methinkes the picture thus instructs my mind
Our hours are fleeting & the last assignd
Soon will it Come too soon alas for most
& all the time we use not well is lost
The Doves
© William Cowper
Reasoning at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
While meaner things whom instinct leads
Are rarely known to stray.
Light
© George MacDonald
Dull horrid pools no motion making!
No bubble on the surface breaking!
The dead air lies, without a sound,
Heavy and moveless on the marshy ground.
Brahmā, Vişņu, Śiva
© Rabindranath Tagore
nasad asin, no sad asit tadanim;
nasid raja no vioma paro yat.
kim avarivah? kuha? kasya sarmann?
Ambhah kim asid, gahanam gabhiram?
After The Ball
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Silence now reigns in the corridors wide,
The stately rooms of that mansion of pride;
The music is hushed, the revellers gone,
The glittring ball-room deserted and lone,
Silence and gloom, like a clinging pall,
Oershadow the housetis after the ball.
The Unloved
© Arthur Symons
These are the women whom no man has loved.
Year after year, day after day has moved
The City's Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War by James Doyle: American Life in Poetry #9 Ted Koo
© Ted Kooser
In eighteen lines—one long sentence—James Doyle evokes two settings: an actual parade and a remembered one. By dissolving time and contrasting the scenes, the poet helps us recognize the power of memory and the subtle ways it can move us.
The City's Oldest Known Survivor of the Great War
Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
CHORUS:
Thy countenance gives the Angels strength,
Though none can comprehend Thee:
And all Thy lofty works
Are excellent as at the first day.
Tale XIV
© George Crabbe
dwell,
While he was acting (he would call it) well;
He bought as others buy, he sold as others sell;
There was no fraud, and he demanded cause
Why he was troubled when he kept the laws?"
"My laws!" said Conscience. "What," said he, "
The Raven And The King's Daughter
© William Morris
Kings daughter sitting in tower so high,
Fair summer is on many a shield.
Why weepest thou as the clouds go by?
Fair sing the swans twixt firth and field.
Why weepest thou in the window-seat
Till the tears run through thy fingers sweet?
