Life poems
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Amours De Voyage, Canto III
© Arthur Hugh Clough
- domus Albuneae resonantis,
Et praeceps Anio, et Tibuni lucus, et uda
Mobilibus pomaria rivis
Luther Benson
© James Whitcomb Riley
AFTER READING HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY
POOR victim of that vulture curse
The Incarnation, And Passion
© Henry Vaughan
LORD, when Thou didst Thyself undress,
Laying by Thy robes of glory,
To make us more, Thou wouldst be less,
And becam'st a woful story.
Insomniac
© Sylvia Plath
The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars
Contrasted Songs: Song Of The Going Away
© Jean Ingelow
“Old man, upon the green hillside,
With yellow flowers besprinkled o’er,
How long in silence wilt thou bide
At this low stone door?
The Library
© George Crabbe
When the sad soul, by care and grief oppress'd,
Looks round the world, but looks in vain for rest;
His Lady Of The Sonnets XXVIII
© Robert Norwood
Accept the challenge of the royal hills,
And dare adventure as we always dared!
Life with red wine his golden chalice fills,
And bids us drink to all who forward fared
Those lost, white armies of the host of dream;
Those dauntless, singing pilgrims of the Gleam!
A Birth-Day Wish
© George MacDonald
Who know thee, love: thy life be such
That, ere the year be o'er,
Each one who loves thee now so much,
Even God, may love thee more!
The Bushman
© Thomas Pringle
The Bushman sleeps within his black-browed den,
In the lone wilderness. Around him lie
Greek Religion
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou art become, oh Echo! a voice, an inanimate image;
Where is the palest of maids, dark--tressed, darkwreathèd with ivy,
Who with her lips half--opened, and gazes of beautiful wonder,
Quickly repeated the words that burst on her lonely recesses,
Low in a love--lorn tone, too deep--distracted to answer?
Know'st Thou What Gray Methuselah
© Konstantin Nikolaevich Batiushkov
Know'st thou what gray Methuselah
Pronounced when parting with this life?
The Servant Girl Justified
© Jean de La Fontaine
LET us proceed, howe'er (our plan explained
A pretty servant-girl a man retain'd.
She pleas'd his eye, and presently he thought,
With ease she might to am'rous sports be brought;
He prov'd not wrong; the wench was blithe and gay,
A buxom lass, most able ev'ry way.
Artesian Well
© Mikhail Alekseevich Kuzmin
In the feathergrass steppe
Sources lie buried,
The thirsty sun knows
Life isn't raspberries.
Ballades V - Of His Choice Of A Sepulchre
© Andrew Lang
Friend, or stranger kind, or lover,
Ah, fulfil a last behest,
Let me rest
Where the wide-winged hawk doth hover!
An Invective Written By Mr. George Chapman Against Mr. Ben Jonson
© George Chapman
Great, learned, witty Ben, be pleased to light
The world with that three-forked fire; nor fright
Sonnet To Mrs. Bates
© Helen Maria Williams
Oh, thou whose melody the heart obeys,
Thou who can'st all its subject passions move,
To M.
© William Gay
IF in the summer of thy bright regard
For one brief season these poor Rhymes shall live
Love Disarmed
© Matthew Prior
Still lay the God: The Nymph surpriz'd,
Yet Mistress of her self, devis'd,
How She the Vagrant might inthral,
And Captive Him, who Captives All.
Whittier
© Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
HIS fourscore years and five
Are gone, like a tale that is told.
The quick tears start, there s an ache at the heart,
For we never thought him old.
