Life poems
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The Improvisatore, Or, 'John Anderson, My Jo, John'
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here he comes. Kate has a favour
to ask of you, Sir ; it is that you will repeat the ballad [Believe me if
all those endearing young charms.-EHC's ? note] that Mr. ____ sang so
sweetly.
I Told You So
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
I know a little fellow, his name I think is Jo,
But he is seldom called by that-he has a queer nick-name,
Wherever he goes the children cry, "There comes 'I-told-you-so.'"
For that is what he always says in playing any game,
"I told you so! I told you so!
You see I was right when I told you so."
A Streams Singing
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O HOW beautiful is Morning!
How the sunbeams strike the daisies,
And the kingcups fill the meadow
Like a golden-shielded army
By The Grave Of Henry Timrod
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN last we parted--thy frail hand in mine--
Above us smiled September's passionless sky,
And touched by fragrant airs, the hillside pine
Thrilled in the mellow sunshine tenderly;
The Dead Look
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LO! in its still, soft-shrouded place,
The pathos of a death-pale face!
I view the marks of mortal care
Time's hopeless sorrows branded there.
Mr. Francis Beaumont's Letter to Ben Jonson
© Francis Beaumont
The sun, which doth the greatest comfort bring
To absent friends (because the self-same thing
Lines For An Album
© James Whitcomb Riley
I would not trace the hackneyed phrase
Of shallow words and empty praise,
Kindness
© Edgar Albert Guest
One never knows
How far a word of kindness goes;
One never sees
How far a smile of friendship flees.
Down, through the years,
The deed forgotten reappears.
Pity
© William Barnes
Good Meäster Collins! aye, how mild he spoke
Woone day o' Mercy to zome cruel vo'k.
To Albius Tibullus
© Eugene Field
Not to lament that rival flame
Wherewith the heartless Glycera scorns you,
Nor waste your time in maudlin rhyme,
How many a modern instance warns you!
Baby's Birthday
© Edith Nesbit
BEFORE your life that is to come,
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly
Seek to discern what gift may fit
The slow unfolding years of it;
And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb,
And still Love sees no future plainly.
Edwin and Angela, A Ballad
© Oliver Goldsmith
'Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
And guide my lonely way,
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
The Idle Shepherd Boys
© William Wordsworth
The valley rings with mirth and joy;
Among the hills the echoes play
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
ALL were attentive to the godlike man,
When from his lofty couch he thus began:
O Do Not Leave Me
© George MacDonald
O do not leave me, mother, lest I weep;
Till I forget, be near me in that chair.
The mother's presence leads her down to sleep-
Leaves her contented there.
The Truth Teller
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The Truth Teller lifts the curtain,
And shows us the people's plight;
Australia's Men
© Dorothea Mackellar
THERE are some that go for love of a fight
And some for love of a land,
And some for a dream of the world set free
Which they barely understand.
There is a life-force within your soul
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life.
There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that
mine.
O traveler, if you are in search of That
Don't look outside, look inside yourself and seek That.
Spring's Bedfellow
© William Morris
His open eyes beheld her nought,
Yet gan his lips to move;
But life and deeds were in her thought,
And he would sing of love.
