Life poems
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224. Epistle to Hugh Parker
© Robert Burns
IN this strange land, this uncouth clime,
A land unknown to prose or rhyme;
Where words neer crosst the Muses heckles,
Nor limpit in poetic shackles:
487. The Lovers Morning Salute to his Mistress
© Robert Burns
SLEEPST thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
The Child-World
© James Whitcomb Riley
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows
Cool even now the fevered sight that knows
No more its airy visions of pure joy--
As when you were a boy.
92. Suppressed Stanzas of The Vision
© Robert Burns
The owner of a pleasant spot,
Near and sandy wilds, I last did note; 14
A heart too warm, a pulse too hot
At times, oerran:
But large in evry feature wrote,
Appeard the Man.
Book Fifth-Books
© William Wordsworth
There was a Boy: ye knew him well, ye cliffs
And islands of Winander!--many a time
At evening, when the earliest stars began
To move along the edges of the hills,
Rising or setting, would he stand alone
Beneath the trees or by the glimmering lake,
103. To Ruin
© Robert Burns
ALL hail! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
451. Epitaph on the same
© Robert Burns
HERE lies, now a prey to insulting neglect,
What once was a butterfly, gay in lifes beam:
Want only of wisdom denied her respect,
Want only of goodness denied her esteem.
169. Address to Wm. Tytler, Esq., of Woodhouselee
© Robert Burns
REVERED defender of beauteous Stuart,
Of Stuart, a name once respected;
A name, which to love was the mark of a true heart,
But now tis despisd and neglected.
105. Despondency: An Ode
© Robert Burns
OPPRESSD with grief, oppressd with care,
A burden more than I can bear,
I set me down and sigh;
O life! thou art a galling load,
Untitled ( from The World We Laugh In)
© Harry Graham
Though many men have made their mark
By rising daily with the lark,
'Tis not a plan I recommend ;
The practice no one can defend.
399. SongOpen the door to me, oh
© Robert Burns
OH, open the door, some pity to shew,
Oh, open the door to me, oh,
Tho thou hast been false, Ill ever prove true,
Oh, open the door to me, oh.
Song of the Zetland Fisherman
© Sir Walter Scott
Farewell, merry maidens, to song, and to laugh,
For the brave lads of Westra are bound to the Haaf;
And we must have labour, and hunger, and pain,
Ere we dance with the maids of Dunrossness again.
The Kingdom Within
© Sri Aurobindo
Wider behind than the vast universe
Our spirit scans the drama and the stir,
A peace, a light, an ecstasy, a power
Waiting at the end of blindness and the curse
That veils it from its ignorant minister,
The grandeur of its free eternal hour.
In The Beginning
© Harriet Monroe
WHEN sunshine met the wave,
Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save
A world forlorn.
110. Epistle to a Young Friend
© Robert Burns
May, 1786.I LANG hae thought, my youthfu friend,
A something to have sent you,
Tho it should serve nae ither end
Than just a kind memento:
Finality
© Charles Harpur
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life
Is all the Past makes mineand still
A cold contempt of Fortunes strife,
Despite the dread
Of want of bread,
Numbs, clogs like ice, my weary will.
A Remonstrance to the Poet Campbell, on Proposing to Take up His Permanent Residence in London
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Dear Poet of Hope! who hast charmed us so long
With thy strains of home-music, sweet, solemn, and strong;
