Life poems
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The March of Ivan
© Henry Lawson
I have marched to many frontiers, in the pregnant days gone by,
When they told us where to march to, but they did not tell us why.
And they showed us whom to fight with, and they told us where to die.
I have seen our grey battalions to their Heavenor Hadeshurled
Twas enough it was for Russia!what cared we about the world?
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LVII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
This was my term of glory. All who know
Something of life will guess untold the end.
In love, one ever kisses for his woe,
One lends his cheek, alas! or seems to lend,
Hos Ego Versiculos
© Francis Quarles
The Rose withers, the blossome blasteth,
The flowre fades, the morning hasteth:
The Sunne sets, the shadow flies,
The Gourd consumes, and man he dies.
Of Beauty and Duty
© Dante Alighieri
TWO ladies to the summit of my mind
Have clomb, to hold an argument of love.
The one has wisdom with her from above,
For every noblest virtue well designed:
Audley Court
© Alfred Tennyson
The Bull, the Fleece are crammd, and not a room
For love or money. Let us picnic there
At Audley Court.
Sonnet XLI. George Ripley
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
WARM, generous and young in heart and brain,
A wise, ripe scholar of the antique mould,
Had he but chosen he might have enrolled
His name among philosophers who gain
Pharsalia - Book I: The Crossing Of The Rubicon
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
First of such deeds I purpose to unfold
The causes - task immense - what drove to arms
A maddened nation, and from all the world
Struck peace away.
Ode To Heaven
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The [living frame which sustains my soul]
Is [sinking beneath the fierce control]
Down through the lampless deep of song
I am drawn and driven along
Beauty And Terror
© Lesbia Harford
Beauty does not walk through lovely days.
Beauty walks with horror in her hair.
Down long centuries of pleasant ways
Men have found the terrible most fair.
The Lady's Dream
© Thomas Hood
The lady lay in her bed,
Her couch so warm and soft,
But her sleep was restless and broken still;
For turning often and oft
From side to side, she mutter'd and moan'd,
And toss'd her arms aloft.
The Belated Swallow
© Mary Hannay Foott
Belated swallow, whither flying?
The day is dead, the light is dying,
Dost Thou Remember Ever
© Mathilde Blind
Dost thou remember ever, for my sake,
When we two rowed upon the rock-bound lake?
How the wind-fretted waters blew their spray
About our brows like blossom-falls of May
One memorable day?
The Evening Light
© Alfred Austin
All that the glow of dawn foretold,
And all the glare of noon unrolled,
Seem nothing to the quiet joy
No clamour mars, no cares destroy,
'Twixt restless day and restful night,
That cometh with the Evening Light.
The Holy Island
© William Henry Drummond
Dey call it de Holy Islan'
W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone,
Doctrine
© Heinrich Heine
Beat on the drum and blow the fife,
And kiss the vivandiere, my boy.
Fear nothingthat's the whole of life;
Its deepest truth, its soundest joy.
Hard Weather
© George Meredith
Bursts from a rending East in flaws
The young green leaflet's harrier, sworn
The Dog Star Pup
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
On the silver edge of a vacant star near the trembling Pleiades,
A Hobo, lately arrived from earth sat rubbing his rusty chin,
All unaware, as he waited there with his elbows on his knees,
That an angel stood at the Golden Gate, impatient to let him in.
Prayer
© Mikhail Lermontov
At life's most testing moment, when
the grieving heart's replete,
a prayer that is most potent then
I call up and repeat.
The Phantom Fleet
© Alfred Noyes
The sunset lingered in the pale green West:
In rosy wastes the low soft evening star
Woke; while the last white sea-mew sought for rest;
And tawny sails came stealing o'er the bar.
