Life poems
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© Augustus Montague Toplady
Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night.
Come, Thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.
If I To You But Sorry Bring
© Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring,
But aching hours and brackish tears,
The Age Of Ink
© Edgar Albert Guest
Swiftly the changes come. Each day
Sees some lost beauty blown away
The Ghost's Story
© Duncan Campbell Scott
All my life long I heard the step
Of some one I would know,
Break softly in upon my days
And lightly come and go.
Thou Dost Not Know
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Thou dost not know it! but to hear
One word of praise from thee,
There is no pain I would not bear,
No task too great for me.
Requiescat
© Oscar Wilde
TREAD lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.
Metamorphoses: Book The Thirteenth
© Ovid
The End of the Thirteenth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
A Little Dog
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
"And why are you abusing God, and praising
With mock effacement
And false abasement
Your own heart's kindness, deeming it amazing
That you should do this duty for my sake,
To The Right Honble. The Lady Dowager Torrington,
© Mary Barber
When you command, the Muse obeys,
Proud to present her humble Lays.
Of writing I'll no more repent,
Nor think my Time unwisely spent;
If Verse the Happiness procures
Of pleasing such a Soul as yours.
Song of the Driftweed
© Jessie Mackay
HERES to the home that was never, never ours!
Toast it full and fairly when the winter lowers.
Pharsalia - Book VI: The Fight Near Dyrhachium. Scaeva's Exploits. The Witch Of Thessalia.
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Now that the chiefs with minds intent on fight
Had drawn their armies near upon the hills
Vision
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I have not walked on common ground,
Nor drunk of earthly streams;
A shining figure, mailed and crowned,
Moves softly through my dreams.
Others Successes
© Edgar Albert Guest
CAN you go to another who wins in the fight
And give him a hand-shake that "s true?
The Runaways/ Les Effares
© Arthur Rimbaud
Dark against the snow and fog,
At the big lit-up vent,
Their butts in a huddle,
Five urchins, kneeling - wretched! -
Watch the baker making
Loaves of heavy blond bread.
The Ant
© Richard Lovelace
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant;
A little respite from thy flood of sweat!
Thou, thine own horse and cart under this plant,
Thy spacious tent, fan thy prodigious heat;
Down with thy double load of that one grain!
It is a granarie for all thy train.
Safe Conduct
© Edgar Albert Guest
There isn't any danger in the kindly things you say,
There isn't any sorrow in the fine and manly deed,
No deep regret awaits you at the ending of the day,
There's always joy in knowing that you've played the friend in need.