Life poems
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My Fore-Elders
© William Barnes
When from the child, that still is led
By hand, a father's hand is gone, ---
On The Life And Death Of Man
© Francis Quarles
The world's a theatre. The earth, a stage
Placed in the midst: where both prince and page,
Unimportant Differences
© Edgar Albert Guest
If he is honest, kindly, true,
And glad to work from day to day;
Edward Everett
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WINTER'S cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast;
For him no spring shall bid the leaf unfold
What Love could speak, by sudden grief oppressed,
What swiftly summoned Memory tell, is told.
The Statesmans Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Loud rang the plaudits; with them rose the thought,
"Would he had learned the lesson he has taught!"
Used to the tributes of the noisy crowd,
The stately speaker calmly smiled and bowed;
The fire within a flushing cheek betrayed,
And eyes that burned beneath their penthouse shade.
And so it ends
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
And so it ends,
We who were lovers may be friends.
I have some weeks in which to steel
My heart and teach myself to feel
Only a sober tenderness
Where once was passion's loveliness.
Chatterton's Will
© Thomas Chatterton
Vous qui par ici pasez
Pur l'ame Guateroine Chatterton priez
Le cors di oi ici gist
L'ame receyve Thu Crist. MCCX.
The End Of The Play
© William Makepeace Thackeray
The play is done; the curtain drops,
Slow falling to the prompter's bell:
"Back again, back again!"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Back again, back again!
We are passing back again;
We are ceasing to be men!
Without the strife
The Lucky Horseshoe
© James Thomas Fields
One morn, demoralized with grief,
The farmer clamored for relief;
And prayed right hard to understand
What witchcraft now possessed his land;
Why house and farm in misery grew
Since he nailed up that lucky shoe.
The Plaint Of A Rejected Wife
© Confucius
No cherishing you give,
I'm hostile in your eyes.
As pedler's wares for which none cares,
My virtues you despise.
An Epitaph
© James Beattie
LIKE thee I once have stemm'd the sea of life,
Like thee have languish'd after empty joys,
Like thee have labour'd in the stormy strife,
Been grieved for trifles, and amused with toys.
Dont Ask Me Why
© Alexander Pushkin
Dont ask me why, alone in dismal thought,
In times of mirth, Im often filled with strife,
And why my weary stare is so distraught,
And why I dont enjoy the dream of life;
Upon The Thief
© John Bunyan
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;
Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.
The Scythians
© Alexander Blok
You are but millions. Our unnumbered nations
Are as the sands upon the sounding shore.
We are the Scythians! We are the slit-eyed Asians!
Try to wage war with us-you'll try no more!
No coward soul is mine
© Emily Jane Brontë
No coward soul is mine,
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere :
