Life poems
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A Story Of Doom: Book IV.
© Jean Ingelow
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,
The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!
Tentacles of Time
© Kabir
The Saints Have Died, The God-Messengers Die
The Life-Filled Yogis Die Too |
The Kings Die, The Subjects Die
The Healers and the Sick Die Too ||
About These Poems
© Boris Pasternak
On winter pavements I will pound
Them down with glistening glass and sun,
Will let the ceiling hear their sound,
Damp corners-read them, one by one.
The Brothers
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not far from here, it lies beyond
That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take
This unused lane where brambles make
A wall of twilight, and the blond
Brier-roses pelt the path and flake
The margin waters of a pond.
The Tower Beyond Tragedy
© Robinson Jeffers
I
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
The Road to Roma Jail
© Vance Palmer
It's a long road, a cruel road, the road to Roma Jail,
birds in all the branches mocking as you pass,
the spiteful little soldier-bird, the stupid old jackass,
crying 'One, two three of them; riding head to tail'.
On the long road, the cruel road, the road to Roma Jail.
Meru
© William Butler Yeats
Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a rule, under the semblance of peace
Inheritance
© Mary Thacher Higginson
WE wondered why he always turned aside
When mirth and gladness filled the brimming days:
De Critters' Dance
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Ain't nobody nevah tol' you not a wo'd a-tall,
'Bout de time dat all de critters gin dey fancy ball?
Some folks tell it in a sto'y, some folks sing de rhyme,
'Peahs to me you ought to hyeahed it, case hit 's ol' ez time.
Quatorzain
© Henry Timrod
MOST men know love but as a part of life;
They hide it in some corner of the breast,
Old Dog Tray
© Stephen C. Foster
THE morn of life is past,
And ev'ning comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part I: To Manon: XVI
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
HE ARGUES WITH HIS LIFE
My life, what strange mad garments hast thou on,
Now that I see thee truly and am wise!
Thou wild, lost Proteus, strangling and undone!
Old-Fashioned Child.
© Robert Crawford
He was born old; they who got him were grey,
And quaint as things that long had seasoned here
When that he came a too true vintage of
The lateness of the brewing blood and brain;
Lines
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I 'm ashamed,--that 's the fact,--it 's a pitiful case,--
Won't any kind classmate get up in my place?
Just remember how often I've risen before,--
I blush as I straighten my legs on the floor!
In Evil Long I Took Delight
© John Newton
In evil long I took delight,
Unawed by shame or fear,
Till a new object struck my sight,
And stopped my wild career.
Fortune Changes
© Theocritus
Courage, my friend Battus,
To-morrow perhaps will be more favorable;
While there is life there is hope,
The dead alone are without hope.
Jove shines brightly one day,
And the next showers down rain.
After A Journey
© Thomas Hardy
I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
Quatrains
© Harriet Monroe
I
Give to brave deeds emblazoned shrines
Where reverent memories may throng.
For them Art draws her perfect lines
In stone, in color, and in song.
Stuart
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
A CUP of your potent "mountain dew,"
By the camp-fire's ruddy light;
Let us drink to a spirit as leal and true
As ever drew blade in fight,
And dashed on the foeman's lines of steel,
For God and his people's right.
