Life poems
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To Ireland
© Alfred Austin
``What ails you, Sister Erin, that your face
Is, like your mountains, still bedewed with tears?
Sonnet II
© George Gascoigne
Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will,
'Gan muster eke mine old acquainted mates,
Godly Ballants
© George MacDonald
The rich man sat in his father's seat-
Purple an' linen, an' a'thing fine!
The puir man lay at his yett i' the street-
Sairs an' tatters, an' weary pine!
The Vanity Of Human Wishes
© Michael Wigglesworth
I walk'd and did a little Mole-hill view
Full peopled with a most industrious crew
The Ballad Of A Bachelor
© Ellis Parker Butler
Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,And bravely did they strive to bring
Says Mister Doojabs
© Ellis Parker Butler
Well, eight months ago one clear cold day,
I took a ramble up Broadway,
And with my hands behind my back
I strolled along on the streetcar track
(I walked on the track, for walking there
Gives one, I think, a distinguished air.)
Partners
© Ellis Parker Butler
Love took chambers on our street
Opposite to mine;
On his door he tacked a neat,
Clearly lettered sign.
Night In The City
© Ellis Parker Butler
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,
And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays
The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist
And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.
Forsaken
© Frances Anne Kemble
I stand where thou hast stood, and I retrace
Each look, each word, each gesture, and each tone,
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
© Ellis Parker Butler
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
Sonnet XIII: Youth's Antiphony
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn
How much I love you? You I love even so,
Immortality
© Ellis Parker Butler
I bowed my head in anguish sore
When Life made Death his bride;
Soul, we are lost forever more!
Unto my soul I cried.
Union In Disseverance
© George Meredith
unset worn to its last vermilion he;
She that star overhead in slow descent:
That white star with the front of angel she;
He undone in his rays of glory spent
Courage
© Celia Thaxter
Because I hold it sinful to despond,
And will not let the bitterness of life
Blind me with burning tears, but look beyond
Its tumult and its strife;
Solo For Ear-Trumpet
© Dame Edith Sitwell
The carriage brushes through the bright
Leaves (violent jets from life to light);
Out In The Open
© Edgar Albert Guest
OUT in the open, I long to be free,
Where the song that I hear is the song of the sea,
In Memory of M. B.
© Anna Akhmatova
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
not sticks of burning incense.
You lived aloof, maintaining to the end
your magnificent disdain.
Mutual Forbearance : Necessary to the Happiness of the Married State
© William Cowper
The lady thus address'd her spouse--
What a mere dungeon is this house!
Hymn To Death
© William Cullen Bryant
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart
Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
