Life poems
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A Psalm Of Labouring Life
© Franklin Pierce Adams
Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.
Questions
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
What is the secret of your life, browsing ox,
Ox the sweet grass eating?
Sonnet. "'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all"
© Frances Anne Kemble
'Twas but a dream! and oh! what are they all,
All the fond visions hope's bright finger traces,
What Time the Morning Stars Arise
© Jean Blewett
ABOVE him spreads the purple sky,
Beneath him spreads the ether sea,
And everywhere about him lie
Dim ports of space, and mystery.
Italy : 48. The Harper
© Samuel Rogers
It was a harper, wandering with his harp,
His only treasure; a majestic man,
By time and grief ennobled, not subdued;
Though from his height descending, day by day,
The Braes of Yarrow
© William Hamilton
BUSK ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride!
Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow!
Reproach Me Not
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Reproach me not e'en if I earn your indignation;
Know: of us two you are to be more envied far.
Unlike my love for you, yours is sincere, unmarred
By jealousy's mistrust, its rancour and vexation.
'Poleon Dore
© William Henry Drummond
You have never hear de story of de young Napoleon Doré?
Los' hees life upon de reever w'en de lumber drive go down?
W'ere de rapide roar lak tonder, dat's de place he's goin' onder,
W'en he's try save Paul Desjardins, 'Poleon hese'f is drown.
A Sleepless Night
© Alfred Austin
Within the hollow silence of the night
I lay awake and listened. I could hear
Ten Types of Hospital Visitor
© Charles Causley
The second appears, a melancholy splurge
Of theological colours;
Taps heavily about like a healthy vulture
Distributing deep-frozen hope.
The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto IV.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
III Valour misdirected
I'll hunt for dangers North and South,
To prove my love, which sloth maligns!
What seems to say her rosy mouth?
I'm not convinced by proofs but signs.
The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough
© Joseph Addison
While crowds of princes your deserts proclaim,
Proud in their number to enrol your name;
The Ruines of Time
© Edmund Spenser
But whie (vnhappie wight) doo I thus crie,
And grieue that my remembrance quite is raced
Out of the knowledge of posteritie,
And all my antique moniments defaced?
Sith I doo dailie see things highest placed,
So soone as fates their vitall thred haue neuer borne.
The Lamentations Of Jeremy, For The Most Part According To Tremellus
© John Donne
I. HOW sits this city, late most populous,
Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ?
Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
She was, who now thus tributary is ?
Cruel Kindness -- English translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
I seek so many things with all my heart
But you have saved me denying.
Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto I.
© John Gay
But when the sun displays his glorious beams,
And shallow rivers flow with silver streams,
Then the deceit the scaly breed survey,
Bask in the sun, and look into the day.
You now a more delusive art must try,
And tempt their hunger with the curious fly.
Patriotism 2: Nelson, Pitt, Fox
© Sir Walter Scott
TO mute and to material things
New life revolving summer brings;
Tumi Sandhyar Meghamala - You Are A Cluster Of Clouds - Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
You are a cluster of clouds of the evening sky
I have sought only you all my life
It is you who fills my empty sky
I have made you with the sweet fancies of my mind
You are mine, you are mine
O you wanderer of my boundless sky.
"You would have understood me, had you waited"
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
You would have understood me, had you waited;
I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
Always to disagree.
