Life poems
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An Old Umbrella
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AN old umbrella in the hall,
Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;
By all the rains of many a year
Bent, stained, and faded that is all.
Cavalry Charge At Balaclava
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Traveller on foreign ground, whoe'er thou art,
Tell the great tidings! They went down that day
In Snow-Time
© Anonymous
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
By summer breezes, and each leafy tree
Shelters the nest of many a singing bird?
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
Autumn.
© Ada Cambridge
So still-so still! Only the endless sighing
Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead;
Only the soft mass-music for the dying;
Only the requiem for the newly dead!
Meeting In The Woods
© Madison Julius Cawein
Through ferns and moss the path wound to
A hollow where the touchmenots
Swung horns of honey filled with dew;
And where--like foot-prints--violets blue
And bluets made sweet sapphire blots,
'Twas there that she had passed he knew.
The Night
© Ada Cambridge
Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?
Disillusion
© John Le Gay Brereton
When fires have burnt your forest bare and black,
And you are parched and dizzy, and search in vain
Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
Dont Worry, Little Girl
© Edgar Albert Guest
Don't worry, little girl,
Don't you let one golden curl
Get awry.
Days And Days
© Madison Julius Cawein
The days that clothed white limbs with heat,
And rocked the red rose on their breast,
Have passed with amber-sandaled feet
Into the ruby-gated west.
The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter
© Matthew Prior
While we to Jove select the holy victim
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
Holy Sonnet XVI: Father
© John Donne
Father, part of his double interest
Unto thy kingdom, thy Son gives to me,
For The New Year
© Edith Nesbit
FLUSHED with a crimson sunrise beauty,
The fair new year its promise gave;
The Kneisel Quartet
© John Jay Chapman
HAPPY the man who with steadfast devotion
Walks through the turmoil where passions are rife,
Feeding one flame of enduring emotion,
Bearing unshattered the urn of his life.
