Life poems
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Drifting
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I HAVE settled at last, in a sombre nook,
In the far-off heart of the Norland hills,
There's a dark pine forest before my gates,
And behind is the voice of rills
The Bell-Founder Part III - Vicissitude And Rest
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of fresh
streams,
When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of such
loveliness beams,
Time
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways time time time
After Death
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE passionate sobs of the dear friends that came
To look their last upon my living frame,
And catch the fainting accents of my breath,
That fluttered in the atmosphere of death,
Psalm Of The West
© Sidney Lanier
Master, Master, break this ban:
The wave lacks Thee.
Oh, is it not to widen man
Stretches the sea?
Oh, must the sea-bird's idle van
Alone be free?
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 04 - Absence Of Secondary Qualities
© Lucretius
Next, they who deem that feeling objects can
From feeling objects be create, and these,
In turn, from others that are wont to feel
To My Good Friend W. T. H. Howe
© Madison Julius Cawein
Friend, for the sake of loves we hold in common,
The love of books, of paintings, rhyme and fiction;
'Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula'
© Ezra Pound
Soul, if She meet us there, will any rumour
Of havens more high and courts desirable
Lure us beyond the cloudy peak of Riva ?
Italy : 30. Rome
© Samuel Rogers
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning-ray
Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry,
Whence this excess of joy? What has befallen me?
And from within a thrilling voice replies,
On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year
© George Gordon Byron
The fire that on my bosom preys
Is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze--
A funeral pile.
Ressurection
© John Donne
Moist with one drop of Thy blood, my dry soul
Shallthough she now be in extreme degree
The Wanderer's Lament
© Arthur Symons
Why am I fettered with eternal change?
I follow after changeless love, and find
The Victories Of Love. Book II
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II
From Lady Clitheroe To Mary Churchill
The Pleasures of Ordinary Life
© Judith Viorst
I've had my share of necessary losses,
Of dreams I know no longer can come true.
I'm done now with the whys and the becauses.
It's time to make things good, not just make do.
It's time to stop complaining and pursue
The pleasures of an ordinary life.
Geraint And Enid
© Alfred Tennyson
Then Enid pondered in her heart, and said:
'I will go back a little to my lord,
And I will tell him all their caitiff talk;
For, be he wroth even to slaying me,
Far liefer by his dear hand had I die,
Than that my lord should suffer loss or shame.'
A description of olde Rome
© Roger Cotton
Thou Rome, thy Armes Saint Iohn hath blasd,
most cleare and playne to see:
Thou Rome dost stand on seauen hils,
what Citie olde but thee?
A Hymn On Contentment
© Thomas Parnell
Lovely lasting Peace appear;
This World it self, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden bless'd,
And Man contains it in his Breast.
