Life poems
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Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem
© Joseph Rodman Drake
It is an eve that drops a heavenly balm,
To lull the feelings to a sober calm,
To bid wild passion's fiery flush depart;
And smooth the troubled waters of the heart;
To give a tranquil fixedness to grief,
A cherished gloom, that wishes not relief.
A Mans Wooing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
YOU said, last night, you did not think
In all the world of men
Was one true lover--true alike
In deed and word and pen;--
Bless The Dear Old Verdant Land
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Bless the dear old verdant land!
Brother, wert thou born of it?
Natalias Resurrection: Sonnet IX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Thus Adrian learned it. And behold, his heart,
Which he had hardened against all dismay,
And wrapped up secretly and laid apart
As something which should not be used to--day,
O Camp Of Flowers
© Erik Johan Stagnelius
O camp of flowers, with poplars girdled round,
Gray guardians of life's soft and purple bud!
Merope
© Henry Kendall
FAR in the ways of the hyaline wastesin the face of the splendid
Six of the sistersthe star-dowered sisters ineffably bright,
The Fight With Self
© Edgar Albert Guest
WALL have fights to make with self,
And these are the bitterest fights of all,
A Castaway
© Augusta Davies Webster
So long since:
and now it seems a jest to talk of me
as if I could be one with her, of me
who am…… me.
Garrison
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE storm and peril overpast,
The hounding hatred shamed and still,
Go, soul of freedom! take at last
The place which thou alone canst fill.
The Song Of Hiawatha XIV: Picture-Writing
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In those days said Hiawatha,
"Lo! how all things fade and perish!
Sleep And Death.
© Robert Crawford
Sleep puts sin by, as the grave life's despair;
And though bad dreams in sleep may come, the soul
Is tainted not with error, being then
Beyond the body's shade, as in a sphere
Of Woman's Love.
© Robert Crawford
Of all the loves the heart can hold
The love of woman's first;
It was this one love that we had
Or e'er the world was cursed.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto IX.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Fool and Wise
Endow the fool with sun and moon,
Being his, he holds them mean and low;
But to the wise a little boon
Is great, because the giver's so.
Love Guerdons
© Edith Nesbit
DEAREST, if I almost cease to weep for you,
Do not doubt I love you just the same;
'Tis because my life has grown to keep for you
All the hours that sorrow does not claim.
Little Nell's Funeral
© Charles Dickens
And now the bell, - the bell
She had so often heard by night and day
And listened to with solemn pleasure,
E'en as a living voice, -
Rung its remorseless toll for her,
So young, so beautiful, so good.
Avis
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I MAY not rightly call thy name,
Alas! thy forehead never knew
The kiss that happier children claim,
Nor glistened with baptismal dew.
Sonnets Are Full Of Love
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
© William Wordsworth
'Night Speaks'
GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;
More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,
On me can Time no happier state bestow
