Life poems
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© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
Sonnet IV.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past
A part, and part of better life to come,
If life to come there be, in some dear home
Beyond the rigid clouds that overcast
The Knight's Leap: A Legend of Altenar
© Charles Kingsley
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
Thomas Carlyle
© Dorothy Parker
Carlyle combined the lit'ry life
With throwing teacups at his wife,
Remarking, rather testily,
"Oh, stop your dodging, Mrs. C.!"
A Catholic To His Ulster Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?
Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,
By A Norfolk Broad
© Ada Cambridge
One hour ago the crimson sun, that seemed so long a-drowning, sank.
The summer day is all but done. Our boat is moored beneath the bank.
I bask in peace, content, replete-my faithful comrade at my feet.
Thoughts Of A Soldier
© Edgar Albert Guest
Since men with life must purchase life
And some must die that more may live,
The Themes
© Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
On the pallid faces of fallen women
Loitering in doorways to sell themselves,
On their faces a tragic poem is carved
In tears and grief that rise to the heavens,
For Charles Dickens
© Mary Hannay Foott
He brings no pageants of the past
To wile our hearts away;
But wins our love for those who cast
Their lot with ours to-day.
After My Death
© Hayyim Nahman Bialik
And great, great is the pain!
There was a man-and see: he is no more,
and his life's song in mid-bar stopped,
one more song he had to go,
and now the song is gone for good,
gone for good!
Change
© William Dean Howells
SOMETIMES, when after spirited debate
Of letters or affairs, in thought I go
Peekaboo: Three Songs For The Nursery
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Go hide! Go hide! But through the latticework
Of my upraised bone hands
I see athlete and statesman, priest and clerk
Step forth as deodands.
Liberté
© Paul Eluard
On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name
Thoughts Of A Father
© Edgar Albert Guest
We've never seen the Father here, but we have known the Son,
The finest type of manhood since the world was first begun.
And, summing up the works of God, I write with reverent pen,
The greatest is the Son He sent to cheer the lives of men.
Ni-Chans Dirge For Yen-Oey
© Augusta Davies Webster
SO soon asleep! Now must the coming years
Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know,
The Spagnoletto. Act II
© Emma Lazarus
Ball in the Palace of DON JOHN. Dance. DON JOHN and MARIA
together. DON TOMMASO, ANNICCA. LORDS and LADIES, dancing or
promenading.