Life poems

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Elegy IV

© Henry James Pye

The solemn hand of sable-suited night

  Enwraps the silent earth with mantle drear;

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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet XXXVII

© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

I will release my soul of argument.
He that would love must follow with shut eyes.
My reason of the years was discontent,
My treasure for all hope a vain surmise.

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Longing

© James Russell Lowell

Of all the myriad moods of mind

  That through the soul come thronging,

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Geraldine

© Henry Kendall

I think we lived a loftier life through hours of Long Ago,
For in the largened evening earth our spirits seemed to grow.
Well, that has passed, and here I stand, upon a lonely place,
While Night is stealing round the land, like Time across my face;
But I can calmly recollect our shadowy parting scene,
And swooning thoughts that had no voice — no utterance, Geraldine.

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Tale XV

© George Crabbe

transgress'd,
And while the anger kindled in his breast,
The pain must be endured that could not be

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On Six Cambridge Lasses Bathing Themselves

© Thomas Randolph

When bashfull daylight now was gone

  And night, that hides a blush, came on.

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The Tombs Of The Kings

© Mathilde Blind

Where the mummied Kings of Egypt, wrapped in linen fold on fold,

Couched for ages in their coffins, crowned with crowns of dusky gold,

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For music

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

ALONG the shore, along the shore
I see the wavelets meeting:
But thee I see--ah, never more,
For all my wild heart's beating.

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The Columbiad: Book I

© Joel Barlow

Ah, lend thy friendly shroud to veil my sight,
That these pain'd eyes may dread no more the light;
These welcome shades shall close my instant doom,
And this drear mansion moulder to a tornb.

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The Burial Place

© William Cullen Bryant

A FRAGMENT.

  Erewhile, on England's pleasant shores, our sires
Left not their churchyards unadorned with shades

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The Angel of Life

© Richard Rowe

LIFE’S Angel watched a happy child at play,  


Wreathing the riches of the blushing May:  

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Italy : 16. St. Mark's Rest

© Samuel Rogers

Over how many tracts, vast, measureless,
Ages on ages roll, and none appear
Save the wild hunter ranging for his prey;
While on this spot of earth, the work of man,

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King Saul at Gilboa

© Henry Kendall

With noise of battle and the dust of fray,

Half hid in fog, the gloomy mountain lay;

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Life

© Edith Wharton

We climbed the slopes of solitude, and there
Life met a god, who challenged her and said:
"Thy pipe against my lyre!" But "Wait!" she laughed,
And in my live flank dug a finger-hole,
And wrung new music from it. Ah, the pain!

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The Key-Board

© William Watson

Five-and-thirty black slaves,

 Half-a-hundred white,

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Comrades An Episode

© Robert Nichols

The silent sun over the earth held sway,
Occasional rifles cracked, and far away
A heedless speck, a 'plane, slid on alone
Like a fly traversing a cliff of stone.

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"The Laughing Hours Before Her Feet"

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

The laughing Hours before her feet,

Are scattering spring-time roses,

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The Poet And The Baby

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

How's a man to write a sonnet, can you tell,--
  How's he going to weave the dim, poetic spell,--
  When a-toddling on the floor
  Is the muse he must adore,
  And this muse he loves, not wisely, but too well?

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John Robinson

© Julia A Moore

AIR - "The Drunkard"


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The Combat. By Etty

© Letitia Elizabeth Landon

THEY fled,--for there was for the brave

Left only a dishonour'd grave.