Life poems
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To Hon. R.G.H. Upon His 78th Birthday
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
CLOSE to the verge of fourscore crowded years
Your heart is strong, your soul serene and bright;
As when confronting first life's hopes and fears--
The star of manhood crowned your brow with light.
Ring Out , Wild Bells
© Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
The Eve Of Waterloo
© George Gordon Byron
There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Translation Of A Romaic Love Song
© George Gordon Byron
Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by.
Rippling Water
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The maiden sat by the river side
(The rippling water murmurs by),
Do Your All
© Edgar Albert Guest
"Do your bit!" How cheap and trite
Seems that phrase in such a fight!
The Lovers. A Poem
© John Logan
Harriet
I fear to go--I dare not stay.
Look back.--I dare not look that way.
Ode To Napoleon Buonaparte
© George Gordon Byron
'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.
Wednesday Before Easter
© John Keble
O Lord my God, do thou Thy holy will -
I will lie still -
I will not stir, lest I forsake Thine arm,
And break the charm
Which lulls me, clinging to my Father's breast,
In perfect rest.
Part Of A Prologue Written And Spoken By The POet Laberius A Roman Knight, Whom Caesar Forced Upon T
© Oliver Goldsmith
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS.
WHAT! no way left to shun th' inglorious stage,
On The Death Of Mr Aikman
© James Thomson
Oh, could I draw, my friend, thy genuine mind,
Just as the living forms by thee designed;
Anhelli - Chapter 8
© Juliusz Slowacki
And they came to a subterranean lake,
and proceeded along the shores of the dark water,
which stirred not, but was golden in places from the light of torches.
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
A Wreath Of Sonnets (1/14)
© France Preseren
A Slovene wreath your poet has entwined,
Of fifteen sonnets is the chaplet bound,
And in it thrice the Master Theme must sound:
Thus are the other harmonies combined.
When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd
© Walt Whitman
When lilacs last in the door-yard bloomd,
And the great star early droopd in the western sky in the night,
I mourndand yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
To-Day
© Siegfried Sassoon
This is To-day, a child in white and blue
Running to meet me out of Night who stilled
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey
© Hannah More
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,
Awhile my idle strain attend:
From Evangeline
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Father, I thank thee!
Childrens Children
© William Barnes
Oh! if my ling'rèn life should run,
Drough years a-reckoned ten by ten,
Land-Locked
© Celia Thaxter
Black lie the hills; swiftly doth daylight flee;
And, catching gleams of sunset's dying smile,
Through the dusk land for many a changing mile
The river runneth softly to the sea.
