Life poems
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We Are To Play The Game Of Death
© Rabindranath Tagore
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
The Palace of Art
© Alfred Tennyson
And "while the world runs round and round," I said,
"Reign thou apart, a quiet king,
Still as, while Saturn whirls, his steadfast shade
Sleeps on his luminous ring."
Of The Spouse Of Christ
© John Bunyan
Who's this that cometh from the wilderness,
Like smokey pillars thus perfum'd with myrrh,
To A Picture
© Frances Anne Kemble
Oh, serious eyes! how is it that the light,
The burning rays, that mine pour into ye,
Windless Rain
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE rain, the desolate rain!
Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
How it drips on the misty pane,
How it drenches the darkened sill!
To His Mistress
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
There comes an end to summer,
To spring showers and hoar rime;
Sonnet 29: Like Some Weak Lords
© Sir Philip Sidney
Like some weak lords, neighbor'd by mighty kings,
To keep themselves and their chief cities free,
Do easily yield, that all their coasts may be
Ready to store their camps of needful things:
On The Death Of An Infant
© George Moses Horton
Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn,
The Seraphs have rock'd it to sleep;
Away with an angelic smile it has gone,
And left a sad parent to weep!
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVII
He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,
The Thank-Offering
© George MacDonald
My Lily snatches not my gift;
Glad is she to be fed,
But to her mouth she will not lift
The piece of broken bread,
Till on my lips, unerring, swift,
The morsel she has laid.
Fishing Nooks
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Men will grow weary," said the Lord,
"Of working for their bed and board.
Fitz Adam's Story
© James Russell Lowell
The next whose fortune 'twas a tale to tell
Was one whom men, before they thought, loved well,
"Mary At The Cross"
© Harriet Beecher Stowe
O wondrous mother! since the dawn of time
Was ever love, was ever grief, like thine?
O highly favored in thy joy's deep flow,
And favored, even in this, thy bitterest woe!
The Boys' And Girls' Thanksgiving of 1892
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Never since the race was started,
Had a boy in any clime,
Cause to be so thankful-hearted,
As the boys of present time.
To Bi Siyao
© Du Fu
Once stately figures in the art of rhyme,
Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin,
Purgatorio (English)
© Dante Alighieri
To run o'er better waters hoists its sail
The little vessel of my genius now,
That leaves behind itself a sea so cruel;
Between Two Worlds
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
HERE sitting by the fire
I aspire, love, I aspire--
Not to that "other world" of your fond dreams,
But one as nigh and nigher,
Compared to which your real, unreal seems.
The Minds Games
© William Carlos Williams
If a man can say of his life or
any moment of his life, There is
