Life poems
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Invocation To The Earth, February 1816
© William Wordsworth
I
"REST, rest, perturbed Earth!
O rest, thou doleful Mother of Mankind!"
A Spirit sang in tones more plaintive than the wind:
To An Amiable Friend Mourning The Death Of An Excellent Father
© Mercy Otis Warren
LET deep dejection hide her pallid face,
And from thy breast each painful image rase;
Forbid thy lip to utter one complaint,
But view the glories of the rising saint,
Ripe for a crown, and waiting the reward
Of watching long the vineyard of the Lord.
Sonnet LXXX: From Dawn to Noon
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
As the child knows not if his mother's face
Be fair; nor of his elders yet can deem
Vigils
© Arthur Rimbaud
II.
The lighting comes round
to the crown post again.
From the two extremities of the room
-- decorations negligible
-- harmonic elevations join.
Sonnet 80: Sweet Swelling Lip
© Sir Philip Sidney
Sweet swelling lip, well may'st thou swell in pride,
Since best wits think it wit thee to admire;
Nature's praise, Virtue's stall, Cupid's cold fire,
Whence words, not words but heav'nly graces, slide;
To The Duchess Of Ferrara
© Torquato Tasso
Royal bride, see the time advance
That calls true lovers to the dance,
George Mullen's Confession
© James Whitcomb Riley
For the sake of guilty conscience, and the heart that ticks the
time
Of the clockworks of my nature, I desire to say that I'm
A weak and sinful creature, as regards my daily walk
The last five years and better. It ain't worth while to talk--
The Second Whip Explains
© William Henry Ogilvie
Now, gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like
W'en the winter day draws in,
Greek Love Song
© Margaret Widdemer
Under dusky laurel leaf,
Scarlet leaf of rose,
I lie prone, who have known
All a woman knows.
In Secret We Thirst
© Hermann Hesse
Dreams of beauty, youthful joy
like a breath in pure harmony
with the depth of your young surface
where sparkles the longing for the night
for blood and barbarity
The People
© Pablo Neruda
I, who knew him, saw him descend
till he was no longer except what he left:
roads he could scarcely know,
houses he never ever would live in.
Forward
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Let me look always forward. Never back.
Was I not formed for progress? Otherwise
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 05 - Infinite Worlds
© Lucretius
Once more, we all from seed celestial spring,
To all is that same father, from whom earth,
Tale X
© George Crabbe
It is the Soul that sees: the outward eyes
Present the object, but the Mind descries;
And thence delight, disgust, or cool indiff'rence
A Preaching From A Spanish Ballad
© George Meredith
Ladies who in chains of wedlock
Chafe at an unequal yoke,
Not to nightingales give hearing;
Better this, the raven's croak.
On The Nature Of Love
© Rabindranath Tagore
The night is black and the forest has no end;
a million people thread it in a million ways.
A Fantasy of War
© Henry Lawson
The Bells and the Child.
The gongs are in the templethe bells are in the tower;
The tom-tom in the jungle and the town clock tells the hour;
And all Thy feathered kind at morn have testified Thy power.
Our Fathers Business:
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
O CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One,
Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world,
Redeemer of the sin of all this world,
Who by Thy death brought'st life into this world,--
O Christ, hear us!
