Life poems
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St. Simon And St. Jude
© John Keble
Seest thou, how tearful and alone,
And drooping like a wounded dove,
The Cross in sight, but Jesus gone,
The widowed Church is fain to rove?
Summer Toils
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
"Of course, it is not nice for a gray-headed man,
To be shamed by the work of a young nincompoop,
When he intends to get more dollars for his pay,
And e'en is not ashamed to pry out more seed grain.
O what became of the bewhiskered Prussian days,
When hired help was so cheep and so obedient?
The Sonnet
© Edith Wharton
PURE form, that like some chalice of old time
Contain'st the liquid of the poet's thought
Within thy curving hollow, gem-enwrought
With interwoven traceries of rhyme,
The Last Ditch
© Edith Nesbit
LOVE, through your varied views on Art
Untiring have I followed you,
Content to know I had your heart
And was your Art-ideal, too.
Cadenus And Vanessa
© Jonathan Swift
THE shepherds and the nymphs were seen
Pleading before the Cyprian Queen.
The counsel for the fair began
Accusing the false creature, man.
The Ring And The Book - Chapter XI - Guido
© Robert Browning
YOU ARE the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichitwo good Tuscan names:
The Angel In The House. Book II. The Epilogue
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
I
Ah, dearest Wife, a fresh-lit fire
To The Picture Of A Lady
© Frances Anne Kemble
Lady, sweet lady, I behold thee yet,
With thy pale brow, brown eyes, and solemn air,
To the Snowdrop
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Like pendent flakes of vegetating snow,
The early herald of the infant year,
Ere yet the adventurous crocus dares to blow,
Beneath the orchard boughs thy buds appear.
First Sunday After Trinity
© John Keble
Where is the land with milk and honey flowing,
The promise of our God, our fancy's theme?
Eclipse
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
So for the luxury of the flesh, wrap it in fur of fox that it be warm,
In the bear's coat sheltering its nakedness from storm.
Accolon Of Gaul: Part III
© Madison Julius Cawein
The eve now came; and shadows cowled the way
Like somber palmers, who have kneeled to pray
Evening Prayer
© Arthur Rimbaud
I spend my life sitting - like an angel
in the hands of a barber - a deeply fluted beer mug
in my fist, belly and neck curved,
a Gambier pipe in my teeth, under the air
swelling with impalpable veils of smoke.
Hymns From The French Of Lamartine
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I.
"Encore un hymne, O ma lyre
Un hymn pour le Seigneur,
Un hymne dans mon delire,
Un hymne dans mon bonheur."
A Visit To Renelagh
© Robert Bloomfield
To Ranelagh, once in my life,
By good-natur'd force I was driv'n;
From Faust - Second Part - Scene The Last
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
ANGELS.
[Hovering in the higher regions of air, and hearing the immortal
part of Faust.]
Shes Just A Little Different
© George Ade
In a wood lived Brother Rabbit,
Of a most flirtatious habit,
The Vigil
© Roderic Quinn
THE rain is falling on the roof,
And no sound else disturbs the wife,
Except the trees and winds at strife,
Now near at hand and now aloof;
