Life poems
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Hero And Leander. The Fifth Sestiad
© George Chapman
Now was bright Hero weary of the day,
Thought an Olympiad in Leander's stay.
A Letter To Dafnis April: 2d 1685
© Anne Kingsmill Finch
This to the Crown, and blessing of my life,
The much lov'd husband, of a happy wife.
Spring Showers
© James Thomson
The north-east spends his rage; he now shut up
Within his iron cave, th' effusive south
Warms the wide air, and o'er the void of heaven
Breathes the big clouds with vernal showers distent.
Under The Willows
© James Russell Lowell
Frank-hearted hostess of the field and wood,
Gypsy, whose roof is every spreading tree,
Sirmione
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Give me your hand, Beloved! I cannot see;
So close from shadowy--branching tree to tree
Dark leaves hang over us. How vast and still
Night sleeps! and yet a murmur, a low thrill,
The Poet To Death
© Sarojini Naidu
TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.
Christ
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
But Truth, and Truth's great Master cannot die;
While Love, the seraph, free of wings and eyes,
Upsweeps the realm of calm immensity.
A thousand times our buried shall rise
In prayerful souls to hush their anguished sighs,
And dawn, not darkness, rule o'er earth and sky.
Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes
© Billy Collins
First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
Outbid
© Ellis Parker Butler
When Cupid held an auction sale,
I hastened to his mart,
For I had heard that he would sell
The blue-eyed Doras heart.
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
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There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
The Columbiad: Book VI
© Joel Barlow
But of all tales that war's black annals hold,
The darkest, foulest still remains untold;
New modes of torture wait the shameful strife,
And Britain wantons in the waste of life.
Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Dirge For A Joker
© Sylvia Plath
Always in the middle of a kiss
Came the profane stimulus to cough;
Always from teh pulpit during service
Leaned the devil prompting you to laugh.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book II - Part 03 - Atomic Forms And Their Combinations
© Lucretius
Now come, and next hereafter apprehend
What sorts, how vastly different in form,
A Bowl Of Roses
© William Ernest Henley
It was a bowl of roses:
There in the light they lay,
Languishing, glorying, glowing
Their life away.
New Life, New Love
© Henry Lawson
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
The Temple
© Edgar Lee Masters
Beyond the gates of Hercules
The seven builders took the stone,
Spurned everywhere in days of ease,
Long lying loose and overthrown,
Now carried over bitter seas
Where crystally Arcturus shone!
The Exile's Hymn
© Jose Maria de Heredia y Campuzano
Fair land of Cuba! on thy shores are seen
Life's far extremes of noble and of mean;
A Dog Has Died
© Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
