Life poems
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The Harp
© Virna Sheard
ACROSS the wind-swept spaces of the sky
The harp of all the world is hung on high,
And through its shining strings the swallows fly.
The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs
© Edward Lear
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
Quieta Ne Movete II
© Edith Nesbit
IF one should wake one's frozen faith
In sunlight of her radiant eyes,
On A Great Warrior
© Henry Abbey
When all the sky was wild and dark,
When every heart was wrung with fear,
The Beggars Castle
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Those ruins took my thoughts away
To a far eastern land;
Like camels, in a herd they lay
Upon the dull red sand;
I know not that I ever sate
Within a place so desolate.
The Spagnoletto. Act V
© Emma Lazarus
DON TOMMASO.
If he still live, now shall we hear of him.
The news I learn will lure him from his covert,
Where'er it lie, to pardon or avenge.
Laughing and Sneering
© Henry Lawson
WHAT tho' the world does me ill turns
And cares my life environ;
Id sooner laugh with Bobbie Burns
Than sneer with titl'd Byron.
To A Young Girl With An Album
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Gentle Lily with this Album my warmest wishes take,
I know its pages oft thoult ope and prize it for my sake,
For, though a trifling offering, it bears the magic spell
Of coming from the hand of one who loves thee passing well.
Paradise Regain'd : Book I.
© John Milton
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung
By one man's disobedience lost, now sing
Recovered Paradise to all mankind,
Plegaria (Prayer)
© Delmira Agustini
Spanish
Eros: acaso no sentiste nunca
Piedad de las estatuas?
Se dirían crisálidas de piedra
The Four Seasons : Summer
© James Thomson
From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
The Wind-Struck Music
© Robinson Jeffers
Ed Stiles and old Tom Birnam went up to their cattle on the
bare hills
Brothers All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Under the toiler's grimy shirt,
Under the sweat and the grease and dirt,
Under the rough outside you view,
Is a man who thinks and feels as you.
The Glare! The Heat!
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me!
A dull unease upon me settles…
An Ode Of Thanks For Certain Cigars
© James Russell Lowell
Luck, my dear Norton, still makes shifts,
To mix a mortal with her gifts,
Which he may find who duly sifts.
Personal Talk
© William Wordsworth
I
I AM not One who much or oft delight
To season my fireside with personal talk.--
Of friends, who live within an easy walk,
