Life poems
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Sauve Patria
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Yo que sólo canté de la exquisita
partitura del íntimo decoro,
alzo hoy la voz a la mitad del foro
a la manera del tenor que imita
la gutural modulación del bajo,
para cortar a la epopeya un gajo.
Song.Oh, had I ne'er beheld thee
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Oh! had I ne'er beheld thee
How calm my life had flown!
As cold, as pure and tranquil
As some fair vale unknown;
Life In Her Creaking Shoes
© William Ernest Henley
Life in her creaking shoes
Goes, and more formal grows,
Sea-Lavender
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lavender, sea lavender!
Pale sweet flower how full of her!
Flower discreet, with your priest's eyes
Trained in all time's mysteries,
Irene
© James Russell Lowell
Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear;
Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies,
Tristrams End
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Tristram
Isoult, Isoult, thy kiss!
To sorrow though I was made,
I die in bliss, in bliss.
How A Fisherman Corked Up His Foe In A Jar
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
The Moral: When fortune you strike,
And you've slipped through a dangerous crack,
Get as forward as ever you like,
But never, oh, never get back!
To The Reverend Patrick Murdoch, Rector Of Stradishall, In Suffolk
© James Thomson
Thus safely low, my friend, thou canst not fall:
Here reigns a deep tranquillity o'er all;
A Ballad Of Claremont Hill
© Henry Van Dyke
The roar of the city is low,
Muffled by new-fallen snow,
Corinna
© Jonathan Swift
This day (the year I dare not tell)
Apollo play'd the midwife's part;
Into the world Corinna fell,
And he endued her with his art.
Evening
© John Keble
'Tis gone, that bright and orbed blaze,
Fast fading from our wistful gaze;
You mantling cloud has hid from sight
The last faint pulse of quivering light.
Despair
© Frances Anne Kemble
Whene'er those forms arise before my sight,
E'en as from hideous visions of the night,
To My Sister,
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WITH A COPY OF "THE SUPERNATURALISM OF NEW ENGLAND."
Dear Sister! while the wise and sage
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
© Emily Dickinson
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
Some shall summon Me
Mine belong Your latest Sighing
Mineto Belt Your Eye
The Courtship Of Miles Standish
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thereupon answered the youth: "Indeed I do not condemn you;
Stouter hearts that a woman's have quailed in this terrible winter.
Yours is tender and trusting, and needs a stronger to lean on;
So I have come to you now, with an offer and proffer of marriage
Made by a good man and true, Miles Standish the Captain of Plymouth!"
To the Comet of 1843 [late version]
© Charles Harpur
But human eyes
As many and beautifulyea, more sublime
And radiant in their passion, from a more
Enlarged communion with the spirit of truth,
Shall welcome thee instead, mysterious stranger,
When thou returnst anew.
Epochs
© Emma Lazarus
Thin summer rain on grass and bush and hedge,
Reddening the road and deepening the green
On wide, blurred lawn, and in close-tangled sedge;
Veiling in gray the landscape stretched between
These low broad meadows and the pale hills seen
But dimly on the far horizon's edge.
The Purgatory Of St. Patrick - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
LUIS. Oh, that name
Do not mention! do not kill me
By repeating what doth thrill me
To the centre of my frame
As with lightning. Yes, I know
That at length Polonia died.
Tristram Of The Wood
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
ONCE, when the autumn fields were dim and wet,
The trumpets rang; the tide of battle set
Toward gray Broceliande, by the western sea.
