Life poems
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Songs from The Beggars Opera: Air IV-Cotillion
© John Gay
Act II, Scene iv, Air IVCotillion
Youths the season made for joys,
Nutting Song
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
The November sun invites me,
And although the chill wind smites me,
Guinevere
© Alfred Tennyson
`Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
Bel Canto
© Kenneth Koch
The sun is high, the seaside air is sharp,
And salty light reveals the Mayan School.
The Ecstasy
© Thomas Parnell
Charmd with the sight I long to bear my part
The pleasure flutters at my ravishd heart
Sweet saints and Angels Heavns immortall Quire
If Love have warmd me with celestial fire
Assist my words and as they move along
With Halelujah crown the burthend Song
Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket
© Roald Dahl
I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
My lifes unkind, but I can vote for kindness.
I, the unloving, say life should be lovely.
I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.
Talking Of Power And Love
© Paul Eluard
Between all my torments between death and self
Between my despair and the reason for living
There is injustice and this evil of men
That I cannot accept there is my anger
In Time of Plague [Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss]
© Thomas Nashe
Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss;
This world uncertain is;
On The Death Of Sir Henry Wootton
© Abraham Cowley
What shall we say, since silent now is he
Who when he spoke, all things would silent be?
Written For My Son, And Spoken By Him, At A public Examination For Victors.
© Mary Barber
Boys of a brutal, cruel Disposition,
Should go to Spain, to serve the Inquisition.
O what a Change in Landlords would appear!
Next Age, not one would rack his Tenants here.
The Philosopher To His Love
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
DEAREST, a look is but a ray
Reflected in a certain way;
A word, whatever tone it wear,
Is but a trembling wave of air;
A touch, obedience to a clause
In nature's pure material laws.
A Story
© Harriet Monroe
He loved her and he was untrue
Untrue he was, let loved her still;
For out of nether darkness drew
The winds that lashed his wandering will.
The House of Life LIII: Without Her
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long woods counterpart,
Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.
The Chosen
© Thomas Hardy
A woman for whom great gods might strive!
I said, and kissed her there:
And then I thought of the other five,
And of how charms outwear.
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXIX
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
AMOUR OBLIGE
I could forgive you, dearest, all the folly
Your heart has dreamed. Alas, as we grow old,
We need more vigorous cures for melancholy,
Hymn 8
© Isaac Watts
[COME, Jet us join a joyful tune,
To our exalted Lord,
Ye saints on high around his throne,
And we around his board.
My Father's Halls
© James Whitcomb Riley
My father's halls, so rich and rare,
Are desolate and bleak and bare;
My father's heart and halls are one,
Since I, their life and light, am gone.
An Essay on Criticism: Part 2
© Alexander Pope
Thus critics, of less judgment than caprice,
Curious not knowing, not exact but nice,
Form short ideas; and offend in arts
(As most in manners) by a love to parts.
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Fourth
© Mark Akenside
One effort more, one cheerful sally more,
Our destin'd course will finish. and in peace
