Life poems
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The Sword of Suprise
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Sunder me from my bones, O sword of God
Till they stand stark and strange as do the trees;
That I whose heart goes up with the soaring woods
May marvel as much at these.
493. SongContented wi little, and cantie wi mair
© Robert Burns
CONTENTED wi little, and cantie wi mair,
Wheneer I forgather wi Sorrow and Care,
I gie them a skelp as theyre creeping alang,
Wi a cog o gude swats and an auld Scottish sang.
Chorus.Contented wi little, &c.
Garden Street
© Roderic Quinn
LONG and drowsy and white and wide,
Villas and arbours on either side,
Pleasant under the cloudless skies,
Garden Street in the sunlight lies.
The Song of the Strange Ascetic
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
If I had been a Heathen,
I'd have praised the purple vine,
340. SongThou Fair Eliza
© Robert Burns
TURN again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Canst thou break his faithfu heart?
537. SongO bonie was yon rosy Brier
© Robert Burns
O BONIE was yon rosy brier,
That blooms sae far frae haunt o man;
And bonie she, and ah, how dear!
It shaded frae the eenin sun.
Christian Exaltation
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Yea! what hast thou to do with gloom,
Whose footsteps spurn the conquered tomb?
Thou that through dreariest dark can see
A smiling immortality?
193. On Scaring some Water-Fowl in Lock Turit
© Robert Burns
WHY, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your watry haunt forsake?
Tell me, fellow-creatures, why
At my presence thus you fly?
Unheard
© Madison Julius Cawein
All things are wrought of melody,
Unheard, yet full of speaking spells;
Within the rock, within the tree,
A soul of music dwells.
Spring Song To Ireland
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Weep no more, heart of my heart, no more!
The night has passed and the dawn is here,
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLIII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I tell my fall? The life of man
Is but a tale of tumbles, this way thrown
At his beginning by mere haste of plan
In the first gaping ditch with flowers o'ergrown;
377. SongThe Country Lass
© Robert Burns
IN simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wavd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white oer the lea
And roses blaw in ilka beild!
By the Window
© Edward Dowden
STILL deep into the West I gazed; the light
Clear, spiritual, tranquil as a bird
Earth-Bound
© Alfred Noyes
Ghosts? Love would fain believe,
Earth being so fair, the dead might wish to return!
Is it so strange if, even in heaven, they yearn
For the May-time and the dreams it used to give?
Sonnet. "Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn"
© Frances Anne Kemble
Blaspheme not thou thy sacred life, nor turn
O'er joys that God hath for a season lent,
Meeting Of The Alumni Of Harvard College
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
I THANK you, MR. PRESIDENT, you've kindly broke the ice;
Virtue should always be the first,--I 'm only SECOND VICE--
(A vice is something with a screw that's made to hold its jaw
Till some old file has played away upon an ancient saw).
War Heel!
© William Henry Ogilvie
Thrusters are steadying; hounds at a loss,
Checked at the stile leading into the lane,
160. Epigram at RoslinInn
© Robert Burns
MY blessings on ye, honest wife!
I neer was here before;
Yeve wealth o gear for spoon and knife
Heart could not wish for more.
A Front Row Seat To Hear Ole Johnny Sing
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Now you know some fellahs, they want fame and fortune
Yeah, and other fellahs they just wanna swing
But all I wanted all my life
Was a TV set and a truck and a wife
And a front row seat to hear ole Johnny sing.
