Life poems
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The Flower Of Flame
© Robert Nichols
II
The long, low wavelets of summer
Glide in and glitter along the sand;
The fitful breezes of summer
Blow fragrantly from the land.
The Hymn to Physical Pain
© Rudyard Kipling
Dread Mother of Forgetfulness
Who, when Thy reign begins,
Wipest away the Soul's distress,
And memory of her sins.
My Love
© Frances Anne Kemble
When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart
A cold and bitter consciousness of pain:
The light, the warmth of life with thee depart,
And I sit dreaming over and over again
Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone;
And suddenly I wake--and am alone.
Enquiry After Peace
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
PEACE! where art thou to be found?
Where, in all the spacious Round,
Grand-father's Clock
© Henry Clay Work
My grand-father's clock was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
'Ein' Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott' - Luther's Hymn
© John Greenleaf Whittier
We wait beneath the furnace-blast
The pangs of transformation;
The College Widow
© George Ade
When I was but a Freshman and that was long ago
I saw her first, but did not learn her name.
She was at a lecture, I believe, in the first or second row,
And the Junior with her seemed to be her flame.
Vegematic
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well, the doorbell rang all mornin',
All through the afternoon,
And I shook with fright as it rang all night
By the light of the Mastercard moon.
There was Federal Express in the pantry,
All Saints
© Edith Wharton
All so grave and shining see they come
From the blissful ranks of the forgiven,
Though so distant wheels the nearest crystal dome,
And the spheres are seven.
Alma; or, The Progress of the Mind. In Three Cantos. - Canto III.
© Matthew Prior
Ideas, farms, and intellects,
Have furnish'd out three different sects.
Substance or accident divides
All Europe into adverse sides.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 6
© Joel Barlow
Naval action of De Grasse and Graves. Capture of Cornwallis..
Thus view'd the sage. When, lo, in eastern skies,
The Last Look
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BEHOLD--not him we knew!
This was the prison which his soul looked through,
Tender, and brave, and true.
Midnight
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
All dark! - no light, no ray!
Sun, moon, and stars, all gone!
Dimness of anguish! - utter void! -
Crushed, and alone!
The Bells Of Ostend
© William Lisle Bowles
No, I never, till life and its shadows shall end,
Can forget the sweet sound of the bells of Ostend!
Second Sunday After Epiphany
© John Keble
The heart of childhood is all mirth:
We frolic to and fro
As free and blithe, as if on earth
Were no such thing as woe.
With A Copy Of Aucassin And Nicolete
© James Russell Lowell
Leaves fit to have been poor Juliet's cradle-rhyme,
With gladness of a heart long quenched in mould
A Glance Behind The Curtain
© James Russell Lowell
We see but half the causes of our deeds,
Seeking them wholly in the outer life,
Ultima Thule: Jugurtha
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
Cried the African monarch, the splendid,
As down to his death in the hollow
Dark dungeons of Rome he descended,
Uncrowned, unthroned, unattended;
How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
My Birthday
© Charles Lamb
A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.
