Life poems
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Mine is the Lifter of Mountains
© Mirabai
Mine is the lifter of mountains, the
cowherd, and none other.
The Departure of Summer
© Thomas Hood
Summer is gone on swallows' wings,
And Earth has buried all her flowers:
No more the lark,the linnetsings,
But Silence sits in faded bowers.
The Song The Oriole Sings
© William Dean Howells
There is a bird that comes and sings
In a professor's garden-trees;
Upon the English oak he swings,
And tilts and tosses in the breeze.
The Three Friends
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
The sword slew one in deadly strife;
One perish'd by the bowl;
The third lies self-slain by the knife;
For three the bells may toll -
I loved her better than my life,
And better than my soul.
Song For A Highland Drover Returning From England
© Robert Bloomfield
Now fare-thee-well, England; no further I'll roam;
But follow my shadow that points the way home;
Your gay southern Shores shall not tempt me to stay;
For my Maggy's at Home, and my Children at play!
Tis this makes my Bonnet set light on my brow,
Gives my sinews their strength and my bosom its glow.
The Fields Of Flanders
© Edith Nesbit
Last year the fields were all glad and gay
With silver daisies and silver may;
There were kingcups gold by the river's edge
And primrose stars under every hedge.
Pursuit And Possession
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
When I behold what pleasure is pursuit,
What life, what glorious eagerness it is;
Song Of The Cub
© James Clerk Maxwell
I know not what this may betoken,
That I feel so wondrous wise;
Battle
© Robert Nichols
It is midday; the deep trench glares….
A buzz and blaze of flies….
The hot wind puffs the giddy airs….
The great sun rakes the skies.
Give Ear Unto The Gentle Lay
© Paul Verlaine
Give ear unto the gentle lay
That's only sad that it may please;
It is discreet, and light it is:
A whiff of wind o'er buds in May.
Storm
© Madison Julius Cawein
I looked into the night and saw
GOD writing with tumultuous flame
Upon the thunder's front of awe,--
As on sonorous brass,--the Law,
Terrific, of HIS judgement name.
Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing
© Theocritus
Thus interchanging whispered talk the pair,
Their faces all aglow, long lingered there.
At length the hour arrived when they must part.
With downcast eyes, but sunshine in her heart,
She went to tend her flock; while Daphnis ran
Back to his herded bulls, a happy man.
T'is So Much Joy
© Emily Dickinson
T is so much joy! T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!
Vision of Columbus Book 2
© Joel Barlow
High o'er the changing scene, as thus he gazed,
The indulgent Power his arm sublimely raised;
The Violet
© Jones Very
Thou tellest truths unspoken yet by man
By this thy lonely home and modest look;
To O.W. Holmes. On His Birthday
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DEAR Doctor, whose blandly invincible pen
Has honored so of tell your great fellowmen
With your genius and virtues, who doubts it is true
That the world owes in turn, a warm tribute to you?
On the Disastrous Spread of Aestheticism in all Classes
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Impetuously I sprang from bed,
Long before lunch was up,
That I might drain the dizzy dew
From the day's first golden cup.
To A Dead Friend
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
It is as if a silver chord
Were suddenly grown mute,
And life's song with its rhythm warred
Against a silver lute.
