Life poems
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
OUT of the cloud that dimmed his sunset light,
Into the unknown firmament withdrawn
Beyond the mists and shadows of the night,
We mourn the friend and teacher who has gone.
"Could I but leave men wiser by my song "
© Alfred Austin
Could I but leave men wiser by my song,
And somewhat happier in their little day,
The Ideal Husband To His Wife
© Sam Walter Foss
We've lived for forty years, dear wife,
And walked together side by side,
Spiritual Education.
© Robert Crawford
Within time's stress, amid the facts of life,
Not in monastic solitudes, we find
A way to that is higher than ourselves.
Love Song
© Aldous Huxley
A happy infant, daubed to the eyes in juice
Of peaches that flush bloody at the core,
Naked you bask upon a south-sea shore,
While o'er your tumbling bosom the hair floats loose.
Sonnet 38: The Children of the Night
© Edwin Arlington Robinson
Oh, brother men, if you have eyes at all,
Look at a branch, a bird, a child, a rose,
Or anything God ever made that grows,
Nor let the smallest vision of it slip,
Till you may read, as on Belshazzars wall,
The glory of eternal partnership.
To the Spirit of Music
© Henry Kendall
How sweet is wandering where the west
Is full of thee, what time the morn
Looks from his halls of rosy rest
Across green miles of gleaming corn!
Woman On The Field Of Battle
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Where hath not a woman stood,
Strong in affection's might? a reed, upborne
By an o'er mastering current!
The Chase.
© Robert Crawford
There is in us a hue and cry,
The hart of Life is up;
But when the chase is done, we'll lie
Where we with Death shall sup.
The Bad Squire
© Charles Kingsley
The merry brown hares came leaping
Over the crest of the hill,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
Under the moonlight still.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XVIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart
I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom.
You stand at my life's threshold in the part
Of king's chief jester in the ante--room,
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto VIII.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
V The Praise of Love
Spirit of Knowledge, grant me this:
A simple heart and subtle wit
To praise the thing whose praise it is
That all which can be praised is it.
Flowers of Sion: Sonnet 3 - Look how the flower
© William Henry Drummond
Look how the flower which ling'ringly doth fade,
The morning's darling late, the summer's queen,
Book Of Suleika - The Reunion
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
CAN it be! of stars the star,
Do I press thee to my heart?
Roman Ruins
© Richard Monckton Milnes
How could Rome live so long, and now be dead?
How came this waste and wilderness of stones?
How shows the orbèd monster, so long fed
On martyr--blood, his bare and crumbling bones?
Self-Study
© James Russell Lowell
A presence both by night and day,
That made my life seem just begun,
Yet scarce a presence, rather say
The warning aureole of one.
Life And Death
© Duncan Campbell Scott
I THOUGHT of death beside the lonely sea
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.
