Life poems
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Fontinella To Florinda
© Jonathan Swift
When on my bosom thy bright eyes,
Florinda, dart their heavenly beams,
I feel not the least love surprise,
Yet endless tears flow down in streams;
There's nought so beautiful in thee,
But you may find the same in me.
John Brown
© William Herbert Carruth
Had he been made of such poor clay as we,
Who, when we feel a little fire aglow
Satyr VI. The Spleen
© Thomas Parnell
Give ore my wanton fancy now give ore
the clouds are gath'ring & anon they'le powr
the pleasures of my groves are fled away
the sacred silence & ye shiny day
what have you then to lull you in your play
To A Lady Knitting
© Edgar Albert Guest
Little woman, hourly sitting,
Something for a soldier knitting,
The Bridegroom Of Cana
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
VEIL thine eyes, O belovéd, my spouse,
Turn them away,
Lest in their light my life withdrawn
Dies as a star, as a star in the day,
As a dream in the dawn.
Object of My First Desire
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Object of my first desire,-
Jesus, crucified for me;-
Then
© Harry Kemp
When all the sea's high ships
Have dropped beyond my sky
And life's trumpet leaves my lips
And women pass me by -
Dear God, let me die!
Courage
© George Chapman
Give me a spirit that on this life's rough sea
Loves to have his sails filled with a lusty wind
Even till his sailyards tremble, his masts crack,
And his rapt ship runs on her side so low
The Garden
© Aline Murray Kilmer
AND now it is all to be done over again,
And what will come of it only God can know.
What has become of the furrows ploughed by pain,
And the plants set row on row?
On The Death Of President Garfield
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
FALLEN with autumn's falling leaf
Ere yet his summer's noon was past,
Our friend, our guide, our trusted chief,--
What words can match a woe so vast!
A Little Old Maid
© Harriet Monroe
She grew, like other girls and flowers,
Sheltered and tended daintily;
And told her dolls, through sunny hours,
A prince would come her love to be.
The Bulletin Hotel
© Henry Lawson
Tis a big soft-hearted spider in a land where life is grim,
And a web of great good-nature that brings worn-out flies to him:
Tis the club of many lost souls in the wide Westralian hell,
And the stage of many Mitchells is the Bulletin Hotel.
Memorials On The Slain At Chickamauga
© Herman Melville
Happy are they and charmed in life
Who through long wars arrive unscarred
The Dying Year
© Eugene Field
The year has been a tedious one--
A weary round of toil and sorrow,
And, since it now at last is gone,
We say farewell and hail the morrow.
Cancion de Otoño en Primavera (Song of Autumn in the Springtime)
© Rubén Dario
Juventud, divino tesoro,
ya te vas para no volver!
Cuando quiero llorar, no lloro,
y a veces lloro sin querer
.
Stonewall Jackson (Ascribed To A Virginian)
© Herman Melville
One man we claim of wrought reknown
Which not the North shall care to slur;
Sonnet Of Motherhood XLV
© Zora Bernice May Cross
Kiss me. Kiss her. The miracle is wrought
The simple beauty out of simple love
Mother and father, child and Godall One
Eternal trinity for ever sought.
O, blessed from her quiet place above,
Your mother kisses usa lifes work done.
The Year Outgrows the Spring
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The year outgrows the spring it thought so sweet,
And clasps the summer with a new delight,
Yet wearied, leaves her languors and her heat
When cool-browed autumn dawns upon his sight.
