Life poems
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The Beginning
© Jean Ingelow
Such as can see,
Why should they doubt? The childhood of a race.
The childhood of a soul, hath neither doubt
Nor fear. Where all is super-natural
The guileless heart doth feed on it, no more
Afraid than angels are of heaven.
Radha And Krishna Make A Date
© Sant Surdas
Thus did Radha and Krishna feel in their hearts the transports of first love
The Unknowing
© Virna Sheard
If the bird knew how through the wintry weather
An empty nest would swing by day and night,
It would not weave the strands so close together
Or sing for such delight.
The Maple Tree
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Well have Canadians chosen thee
As the emblem of their land,
To My Daughter
© Victor Marie Hugo
My child! thou seest me content to lead
A lonely life. Do thou, in imitation,
Not happy, nor triumphant, learn the need
Of resignation.
Fears Of Love
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Love grasps my heart in a net
Like the strong roots of a flower;
So surely his root is set
In my spirit, to hold me with power.
To A Sister
© George MacDonald
A fresh young voice that sings to me
So often many a simple thing,
Should surely not unanswered be
By all that I can sing.
The Authors: A Satire
© Richard Savage
"HOLD, Criticks cry-Erroneous are your Lays,
"Your Field was Satire, your Pursuit is Praise."
True, you Profound!-I praise, but yet I sneer;
You're dark to Beauties, if to Errors clear!
Know my Lampoon's in Panegyric seen,
For just Applause turns Satire on your Spleen.
For An Allegorical Dance Of Women By Andrea Mantegna
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
(In the Louvre)
SCARCELY, I think; yet it indeed may be
Song Of The Hindustanee Minstrel
© Henry Louis Vivian Derozio
With surmah tinge the black eye's fringe,
'Twill sparkle like a star;
With roses dress each raven tress,
My only loved Dildar!
Lois House
© Julia A Moore
Come all ye young people of every degree,
Come give your attention one moment to me;
It's of a young couple I now will relate,
And of their misfortunes and of their sad fate.
Sonnet III.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AH, happy time! when music bound in one
Two kindred souls that ne'er were out of tune:
When in the porch, beneath the summer moon,
Our supper o'er, our school-boy lessons done,
The Masters
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
OH, who is the Lord of the land of life,
When hotly goes the fray?
The Witch of Hebron
© Charles Harpur
Of golden lamps, showed many a treasure rare
Of Indian and Armenian workmanship
Which might have seemed a wonder of the world:
And trains of servitors of every clime,
Greeks, Persians, Indians, Ethiopians,
In richest raiment thronged the spacious halls.
The Spirit Of The Age
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
A wondrous light is filling the air,
And rimming the clouds of the old despair;
Chloe
© Edith Nesbit
NIGHT wind sighing through the poplar leaves,
Trembling of the aspen, shivering of the willow,
Every leafy voice of all the night-time grieves,
Mourning, weeping over Chloe's pillow.
Things Do Come Round
© William Barnes
Above the leafless hazzle-wride
The wind-drove raïn did quickly vall,
