Life poems
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Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
© Oliver Goldsmith
CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.
Home, Wounded
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Wheel me into the sunshine,
Wheel me into the shadow,
There must be leaves on the woodbine,
Is the king-cup crowned in the meadow?
Epilogue to 'The Sister'
© Oliver Goldsmith
WHAT! five long acts -- and all to make us wiser!
Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser.
Freedom
© John Kenyon
Tis not because fierce swords are flashing there,
With license and a reckless scorn of life,
De Amore
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Shall one be sorrowful because of love,
Which hath no earthly crown,
The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
On Being Blessed By A Child
© Frances Anne Kemble
The voice of childhood blessed meand methought
It sounded like a solemn echo caught
At The Last Watch
© Rabindranath Tagore
Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.
Denial
© Edgar Albert Guest
I'd like to give 'em all they askit hurts to have to answer, "No,"
And say they cannot have the things they tell me they are wanting so;
The Waggoner - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
RIGHT gladly had the horses stirred,
When they the wished-for greeting heard,
The whip's loud notice from the door,
That they were free to move once more.
Carthusians
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
Through what long heaviness, assayed in what strange fire,
Have these white monks been brought into the way of peace,
Despising the world's wisdom and the world's desire,
Which from the body of this death bring no release?
To Fletcher Reviv'd
© Richard Lovelace
How have I bin religious? what strange good
Has scap't me, that I never understood?
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne?
Heald wounded states? made kings and kingdoms one?
That FATE should be so merciful to me,
To let me live t' have said I have read thee.
"The Undying One" - Canto II
© Caroline Norton
'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!
A Woman's Complaint
© Anonymous
I know that deep within your heart of hearts
You hold me shrined apart from common things,
And that my step, my voice, can bring to you
A gladness that no other pleasure brings.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild
Survival
© Edith Wharton
When you and I, like all things kind or cruel,
The garnered days and light evasive hours,
Are gone again to be a part of flowers
And tears and tides, in lifes divine renewal,
Ballad Of Human Life
© Thomas Lovell Beddoes
WHEN we were girl and boy together,
We tossd about the flowers
The Dreamers
© William Wilfred Campbell
THEY lingered on the middle heights
Betwixt the brown earth and the heaven;
They whispered, 'We are not the night's,
But pallid children of the even.'
