Life poems
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Sonnet VII
© George Gascoigne
No haste but good, where wisdom makes the way,
For proof whereof behold the simple snail
The Mantle Of St. John De Matha. A Legend Of "The Red, White, And Blue," A. D. 1154-1864
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A STRONG and mighty Angel,
Calm, terrible, and bright,
The cross in blended red and blue
Upon his mantle white!
The Uncultured Rhymer To His Cultured Critics
© Henry Lawson
Fight through ignorance, want, and care
Through the griefs that crush the spirit;
The Path
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
THERE are no beaten paths to Glory's height,
There are no rules to compass greatness known;
On Hearing A Sonata Of Beethoven's Played In The Next Room
© James Russell Lowell
Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please,
For those same notes in happier days I heard
Couplets In Praise
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Make I at least your praise, chaplet of sunny verse,
Each dear delight of your told to the universe.
The Slave's Complaint
© George Moses Horton
Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it Hope? - then burn and blaze
Forever!
The Dree Woaks
© William Barnes
By the brow o' thik hangèn I spent all my youth,
In the house that did peep out between
The New Woman.
© Arthur Henry Adams
THE stone that all the sullen centuries,
With sluggish hands and massive fingers rude,
Against the sepulchre of womanhood
Had sternly held, she has thrust back with ease,
Only Mules
© Katharine Lee Bates
"The submarine was quite within its rights in sinking the cargo of the Armenian,1,422 mules valued at $191,400."
No matter; we are only mules
To The Sun God
© Friedrich Hölderlin
Where are you? Drunk, my mind becomes
Twilight after all your ecstasy. For I just saw
How the enrapturing young god,
Tired from his journey,
Ode VII: To The Right Reverend Benjamin Lord Bishop Of Winchester
© Mark Akenside
I. 1.
For toils which patriots have endur'd,
To Sir Henry Goodyere
© John Donne
WHO makes the last a pattern for next year,
Turns no new leaf, but still the same things reads ;
Seen things he sees again, heard things doth hear,
And makes his life but like a pair of beads.
The Wolf And The Lamb
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
She had hair gold as her father's corn;
She tripped and sung,
Forecastings
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall tread
This flowery garden-close?
What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,
Or gather the rich petals of the rose,
When I--drear thought!--am dead?
Soneto a Cervantes (With English Translation)
© Rubén Dario
Horas de pesadumbre y de tristeza
paso en mi soledad. Pero Cervantes
es buen amigo. Endulza mis instantes
ásperos, y reposa mi cabeza.
Written in London. September, 1802
© William Wordsworth
O Friend! I know not which way I must look
For comfort, being, as I am, opprest,
The Larks Nest
© Charlotte Turner Smith
"TRUST only to thyself;" the maxim's sound;
For, tho' life's choicest blessing be a friend,
