Life poems
/ page 228 of 844 /My Old Palette
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
Many a year has fled away
Since this old palette was new,
As may be seen by the spots of green
And yellow and red and blue.
The Town Of Nothing-To-Do
© Edgar Albert Guest
THEY say somewhere in the distance fair,
Is the town of Nothing-to-Do,
Goblins
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The night is holy and haunted,
Asleep in a vale of June.
Stillness and earth--smell mingle
With the beams' unearthly boon.--
Yet a terror is fallen upon me
From the other side of the moon.
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 02
© Torquato Tasso
XVI
Soon was the prey out of their hands recovered,
A Storm in the Mountains
© Charles Harpur
Portentous silence! Time keeps breathing past
Yet it continues! May this marvel last?
This wild weird silence in the midst of gloom
So manifestly big with latent doom?
Tingles the boding ear; and up the glens
Instinctive dread comes howling from the wild-dogs dens.
Genesis BK II
© Caedmon
ll. 82-91) The citizens of heaven, the home of glory, dwelt
again in concord. Strife was at an end among the angels, discord
A Persian Apologue
© Henry Austin Dobson
Melek the sultan, tired and wan,
Nodded at noon on the divan.
Five Critcisms
© Alfred Noyes
Old Pantaloon, lean-witted, dour and rich,
After grim years of soul-destroying greed,
Weds Columbine, that April-blooded witch
"Too young" to know that gold was not her need.
Vision Of Columbus - Book 5
© Joel Barlow
Columbus hail'd them with a father's smile,
Fruits of his cares and children of his toil;
Partnership in Fame
© Robert Fuller Murray
Love, when the present is become the past,
And dust has covered all that now is new,
When many a fame has faded out of view,
And many a later fame is fading fast -
Elegy -- Written in Spring
© Michael Bruce
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;
Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;
The stormy howlings of the winds assuage,
And warm o'er ether western breezes play.
Sylvesters Dying Bed
© Langston Hughes
I woke up this mornin
Bout half-past three.
All the womens in town
Was gathered round me.
Planh For The Young English King
© Ezra Pound
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chance
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
The Ape and the Lady
© William Schwenck Gilbert
A LADY fair, of lineage high,
Was loved by an Ape, in the days gone by -
Farm Scene
© Ernest G Moll
They come each morning to the gate,
are milked and wander off to feed;
six cows, a calf and in the lead
a brindled bull, old, fat sedate.