Life poems
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Evening
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee,
When the first cricket wakes
Catharina : The Second Part. On Her Marriage To George Courtenay, Esq.
© William Cowper
Believe it or not, as you choose,
The doctrine is certainly true,
That the future is known to the Muse,
And poets are oracles too.
The Borough. Letter XIV: Inhabitants Of The Alms-House. Life Of Blaney
© George Crabbe
ground:
He gave employ that might for bread suffice,
Correct his habits and restrain his vice.
Here Blaney tried (what such man's miseries
The Last Battle Of The Cid
© Ada Cambridge
Low he lay upon his dying couch, the knight without a stain,
The unconquered Cid Campeadór, the bright breastplate of Spain,
The incarnate honour of Castille, of Aragon and Navarre,
Very crown of Spanish chivalry, Rodrigo of Bivar!
The Battle Between The Rats And The Weazles
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met,
And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set:
Egoism.
© Robert Crawford
Not as mine their thoughts who pass:
Each has his life's looking-glass
Limning therein the light and shade
His own entity has made.
Retrospection
© John Jay Chapman
WHEN we all lived together
In the farm among the hills,
And the early summer weather
Had flushed the little rills;
Torso of an Archaic Apollo
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Otherwise this stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beasts fur:
Early Death
© Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal
Oh grieve not with thy bitter tears
The life that passes fast;
The gates of heaven will open wide
And take me in at last.
The Garden of Prosperine
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
From too much love of living,
From hope and fear set free,
We thank with brief thanksgiving
Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever;
Let the Beasts Their Breath Resign
© Charles Wesley
Let the beasts their breath resign,
Strangers to the life divine;
My Lady Nature and her Daughters
© John Henry Newman
Bird and beast of every sort
Hath its antic and its sport;
Chattering brook, and dancing gnat,
Subtle cry of evening bat,
Moss uncouth, and twigs grotesque,
These are Nature's picturesque.
Ode to Joy
© Anonymous
Would he purge his soul from vileness
And attain to light and worth,
He must turn and cling forever
To his ancient Mother Earth.
The Sunjust touched the Morning
© Emily Dickinson
The Sunjust touched the Morning
The MorningHappy thing
Supposed that He had come to dwell
And Life would all be Spring!
The Killing
© Edwin Muir
I was a stranger, could not read these people
Or this outlandish deity. Did a God
Indeed in dying cross my life that day
By chance, he on his road and I on mine?
Breitmann Am Rhein - Cologne.
© Charles Godfrey Leland
HOW wunderschon das Vaterland
In audumn-life abbears;
Vot rainpows gild ids vallies crand,
Ven seen troo vallin tears.
A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life
© Yehuda Amichai
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
Nathan The Wise - Act II
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
But out of my dilemma
'Tis not so easy to escape unhurt.
Well, you must have the knight.
