Life poems
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Indra
© August Strindberg
DOWN to the sand-covered earth.
Straw from the harvested fields soiled our feet;
Hymn To Mercury
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia
Westward
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
Brave Donahue
© Anonymous
A life that is free as the bandit's of old,
When Rome was the prey of the warriers bold
Who knew how to buy gallant soldiers with gold,
Is the life, full of danger,
Of Jack the bushranger,
Of bold Donahue
Artemis To Actaeon
© Edith Wharton
And this was thine: to lose thyself in me,
Relive in my renewal, and become
The light of other lives, a quenchless torch
Passed on from hand to hand, till men are dust
And the last garland withers from my shrine.
An Invitation
© Alfred Domett
Well! if Truth be all welcomed with hardy reliance,
All the lovely unfoldings of luminous Science,
Hymns to the Night : 3
© Novalis
Once when I was shedding bitter tears, when, dissolved in pain, my hope was melting away, and I stood alone by the barren mound which in its narrow dark bosom hid the vanished form of my life - lonely as never yet was lonely man, driven by anxiety unspeakable - powerless, and no longer anything but a conscious misery
After The Curfew
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE Play is over. While the light
Yet lingers in the darkening hall,
I come to say a last Good-night
Before the final _Exeunt all_.
Glad Bird, I Do Bewail Thee
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Glad bird, I do bewail thee,
Thy song it was so sweet
That Earth looked up to hail thee
Till wings grew to her feet.
In Peace
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A track of moonlight on a quiet lake,
Whose small waves on a silver-sanded shore
Death and Resurrection of Constantinos Palaeologos
© Odysseas Elytis
Far from the world where his spirit sought
to bring Paradise to his measure
And harder even than stone
for no one had ever looked
on him tenderly - at times his crooked teeth
whitened strangely
The Farmer's Boy - Spring
© Robert Bloomfield
Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul!
Away the shocking image from my soul!
Let kindlier visitants attend my way,
Beneath approaching _Summer's_ fervid ray;
Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,
Whilst the sweet theme is _universal joy_.
To Harriet
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Thy look of love has power to calm
The stormiest passion of my soul;
Thy gentle words are drops of balm
In life's too bitter bowl;
No grief is mine, but that alone
These choicest blessings I have known.
Sea-Shore Memories
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great Sun!
While we bask-we two together.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE MOCKERY OF LIFE
God! What a mockery is this life of ours!
Cast forth in blood and pain from our mother's womb,
Most like an excrement, and weeping showers
As By Fire
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Sometimes I feel so passionate a yearning
For spiritual perfection here below,
This vigorous frame, with healthful fervor burning,
Seems my determined foe,
A Thaw
© Peter McArthur
THE farm-house fire is dull and black,
The trailing smoke rolls white and low
Night
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The night is old, and all the world
Is wearied out with strife;
A long gray mist lies heavy and wan
Above the house of life.
