Life poems
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The Wrath Of Loyalty
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,
No vivid wreaths entwine;
Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,
Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,
Or skies unclouded shine:
A Wasted Day
© Robert Fuller Murray
Another day let slip! Its hours have run,
Its golden hours, with prodigal excess,
All run to waste. A day of life the less;
Of many wasted days, alas, but one!
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
Resurrection
© Emily Dickinson
'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God,
The last and second time
Satire II
© John Donne
Sir; though (I thanke God for it) I do hate
Perfectly all this towne, yet there's one state
The Usurer
© Jean Blewett
FATE says, and flaunts her stores of gold,
'I'll loan you happiness untold.
What is it you desire of me?'
A perfect hour in which to be
God In Growth
© George MacDonald
I said, I will arise and work some thing,
Nor be content with growth, but cause to grow
The Over-Heart
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Above, below, in sky and sod,
In leaf and spar, in star and man,
Well might the wise Athenian scan
The geometric signs of God,
The measured order of His plan.
Adrift: A Brisbane River Reverie
© George Essex Evans
As, like a creeping snake, with curve and sweep
The languid current steals past mead and scar,
To the dark mangrove fringing on the deep
Abreast the bar.
Idyll XXIV. The Infant Heracles
© Theocritus
"Sleep, children mine, a light luxurious sleep,
Brother with brother: sleep, my boys, my life:
Blest in your slumber, in your waking blest!"
One Of Times Riddles
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN her deep bosom the pride settled down
That pride which is a brackish thing like salt;
The Death Of Agnes
© Edith Nesbit
Now that the sunlight dies in my eyes,
And the moonlight grows in my hair,
William Upson
© Julia A Moore
Come all good people, far and near,
Oh, come and see what you can hear,
It's of a young man, true and brave,
Who is now sleeping in his grave.
The Lady Of The Castle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
One sunny morn
With alms before her castle gate she stood,
Midst peasant-groups; when, breathless and o'erworn,
And shrouded in long weeds of widowhood,
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss
© Thomas Nashe
Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
This world uncertain is;
Fond are life's lustful joys,
Death proves them all but toys,
Malham Cove
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is threat in the wind, and a murmur
of water that swells
Swift in the hollow: about me
a shadow is thrown;
