Life poems
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Tale XI
© George Crabbe
creed;
And those of stronger minds should never speak
(In his opinion) what might hurt the weak:
A man may smile, but still he should attend
His hour at church, and be the Church's friend,
What there he thinks conceal, and what he hears
A Whaler's Confession
© Harry Kemp
Three long years a-sailing, three long years a-whaling,
Kicking through the ice floes, caught in calm or gale,
Lost in flat Sargasso seas, cursing at the prickly heat,
Going months without a sight of another sail.
Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,
Which all the day with ceaseless care have sought
Santa Christina
© Henry Van Dyke
Saints are God's flowers, fragrant souls
That His own hand hath planted,
At My Window After Sunset
© George MacDonald
Heaven and the sea attend the dying day,
And in their sadness overflow and blend-
Faint gold, and windy blue, and green and gray:
Far out amid them my pale soul I send.
Unknown
© Edward Thomas
She is most fair,
And when they see her pass
The poets' ladies
Look no more in the glass
But after her.
Keeping His First Wife Now
© Henry Lawson
ITS OH! for a rivet in marriage bonds,
And a splice in the knot untied
The Talking Oak
© Alfred Tennyson
Once more the gate behind me falls;
Once more before my face
I see the moulder'd Abbey-walls,
That stand within the chace.
What Is Love?
© Paramahansa Yogananda
Love is the scent with the lotus born.
It is the silent choirs of petals
Singing the winters harmony of uniform beauty.
Love is the song of the soul, singing to God.
It is the balanced rhythmic dance of planets - sun and moon lit
The Four Seasons : Winter
© James Thomson
See, Winter comes, to rule the varied year,
Sullen and sad, with all his rising train;
Vapours, and clouds, and storms. Be these my theme,
These! that exalt the soul to solemn thought,
To The Unknown God
© George Essex Evans
O wilt Thou on the day when all is sifted,
All heights of Heaven, all depths of Hell laid bare,
Cheery Old Age.
© Robert Crawford
The old man is not miserable, nay, cheery
For such a grey old fellow. Life's still good,
And he at many points is yet in touch
With the material; and what if now
The Toiler
© Edgar Albert Guest
He swore that he'd be true to her,
If she would only marry him;
That as his wife, throughout his life
She'd never know a moment grim.
Hymn To Spiritual Desire
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come, oh, come and partake
Of necromance banquets of Beauty; and slake
Thy thirst in the waters of Art,
That are drawn from the streams
Of love and of dreams.
Breitmann In Holland. Scheveningen, Or De Maidens Coorse
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HET vas Mijn Heer van Torenborg,
Ride oud oopon de sand,
Und vait to hear a paardeken;
Coom tromplin from de land.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: LIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
For Esther was a woman most complete
In all her ways of loving. And with me
Dealt as one deals who careless of deceit
And rich in all things is of all things free.
