Life poems
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From The Conspirator
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
SCENE.
[A garden; Arnold De Malpas and Catharine discovered walking slowly towards a summerhouse in the distance].
CATHARINE.
Metamorphoses: Book The Eleventh
© Ovid
The End of the Eleventh 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
Ballade Of The Muse
© Andrew Lang
Queen, that to mute lips could'st unite
The wild swan's dying melody!
Thy gifts, ah! how shall he requite -
The man thou lov'st, Melpomene?
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXIII
Arnoldo, minion of the Prince thus slain,
To D, Dead By Her Own Hand
© Howard Nemerov
That was a life ago. And now youve gone,
Who would no longer play the grown-ups game
Where, balanced on the ledge above the dark,
You go on running and you dont look down,
Nor ever jump because you fear to fall.
And Now In Accents Deep And Low
© Washington Allston
And now, in accents deep and low,
Like voice of fondly-cherish'd woe,
Before Dawn
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
SWEET LIFE, if life were stronger,
Earth clear of years that wrong her,
A Legend Of Tintagel Castle
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
ALONE in the forest, Sir Lancelot rode
O'er the neck of his courser the reins lightly flowed
And beside hung his helmet, for bare was his brow
To meet the soft breeze that was fanning him now.
Fragment: Milton's Spirit
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took
From life's green tree his Uranian lute;
And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook
All human things built in contempt of man,--
And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked,
Prisons and citadels...
Lilly-Willy-Woken
© Henry Clay Work
Broke! Broke! Broken!
Your stubborn will is broken
You will dance no more on the sable floor,
O Lilly Willy Woken!
Sonnet to Ocean
© Thomas Hood
Shall I rebuke thee, Ocean, my old love,
That once, in rage, with the wild winds at strife,
Thou darest menace my unit of a life,
Sending my clay below, my soul above,
The Huntsman's Horse
© William Henry Ogilvie
The galloping seasons have slackened his pace,
And stone wall and timber have battered his knees
The Lord of Burleigh
© Alfred Tennyson
IN her ear he whispers gaily,
'If my heart by signs can tell,
The Study
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YET in the darksome crypt I left so late,
Whose only altar is its rusted grate,âÂ
Brother Of All, With Generous Hand
© Walt Whitman
Brother of all, with generous hand,
Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul,
A thought to launch in memory of thee,
A burial verse for thee.
