Life poems
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The North Sea Patrol
© Rudyard Kipling
Where the East wind is brewed fresh and fresh every morning,
And the balmy night-breezes blow straight from the Pole,
I heard a Destroyer sing: "What an enjoya-
ble life does one lead on the North Sea Patrol!
Vision Of Columbus - Book 9
© Joel Barlow
Now, round the yielding canopy of shade,
Again the Guide his heavenly power display'd.
On Landing At Ostend
© William Lisle Bowles
The orient beam illumes the parting oar;--
From yonder azure track, emerging white,
Hymn. To Light
© Abraham Cowley
First-born of Chaos, who so fair didst come
From the old Negro's darksome womb!
Which, when it saw the lovely child,
The melancholy mass put on kind looks and smiled,
To
© Charles Harpur
LONG ere I knew theeyears of loveless days
A Shape would gather from my dreams and pour
The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze
Into my being, thrilling it to the core,
Then would I wake, with lonely heart to pine
For that nocturnal image:it was thine!
Sonnets Of The Blood II
© Allen Tate
Near to me as perfection in the blood
And more mysterious far, is this, my brother:
Wind-Jammer's Song (1845 Clipper Days)
© Harry Kemp
All hands on deck, below there!
The storm is coming soon,
The clouds tramp on in panic
Across the swirling moon.
Discredited
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.
Stanzas In Memory Of The Author Of 'Obermann'
© Matthew Arnold
In front the awful Alpine track
Crawls up its rocky stair;
The autumn storm-winds drive the rack,
Close o'er it, in the air.
Satyr XI. The Court
© Thomas Parnell
What greater dangers can be mett with there
Where lions rage & dragons poison air
With open forces to destroy they run
& can be shunnd because they can be known
But at ye court the Lions like the deer
& dragons like the gentle lambs appear
The Spagnoletto. Act I
© Emma Lazarus
SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.
The Lost Occasion
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Some die too late and some too soon,
At early morning, heat of noon,
The Lion Hunt
© Thomas Pringle
Mount - mount for the hunting - with musket and spear!
Call our friends to the field - for the Lion is near!
Call Arend and Ekhard and Groepe to the spoor;
Call Muller and Coetzer and Lucas Van Vuur.
The Island In The South
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE ship went down at noonday in a cam,
When not a zephyr broke the crystal sea.
We two escaped alone: we reached an isle
Whereon the water settled languidly
Departure
© John Hall Wheelock
The twilight is starred,
The dawn has arisen;
Light breaks from the east
And Song from her prison.
The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act II
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
PHILIP [aside]. If to find my death I come,
Why precipitate my doom?
But so patient who could be
As to not desire to see
What impends, how dark its gloom?
The Spells Of Home
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
There blend the ties that strengthen
Our hearts in hours of grief,
The silver links that lengthen
Joy's visits when most brief. ~ BERNARD BARTON.
Idea LXI: Since there 's no help
© Michael Drayton
SINCE there 's no help, come let us kiss and part-
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
