Life poems
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Spirit And Star.
© James Brunton Stephens
THROUGH the bleak cold voids, through the wilds of space,
Trackless and starless, forgotten of grace,
Lady That Hast my Heart
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
And ever, since the time that Hafiz heard
His Lady's voice, as from a rocky hill
Reverberates the softly spoken word,
So echoes of desire his bosom fill.
Sonnet 16: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
© William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant Time?
Orinda to Lucasia
© Katherine Philips
OBSERVE the weary birds ere night be done,
How they would fain call up the tardy sun,
Malcolm's Katie: A Love Story - Part VI.
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.
Dark matrix she, from which the human soul
A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Tale VI
© George Crabbe
need,
For habit told when all things should proceed;
Few their amusements, but when friends appear'd,
They with the world's distress their spirits
Marco Polo
© Kenneth Slessor
READING how Marco Polo came
By bridle-path to Kanbalu,
Forgotten fibres wake to flame,
And smoke old memories anew . . . .
A Family Row
© Edgar Albert Guest
I freely confess there are good friends of mine,
With whom we are often invited to dine,
Written Afterwards
© Henry Lawson
So the days of my tramping are over,
And the days of my riding are done
The New Chum Jackeroo
© Henry Lawson
His share of work he never shirks,
And through the blazing drought,
He lives the old things down, and works
His own salvation out.
Madrigal #2.
© Robert Crawford
Because our life is brief
Let us laugh!
Because for joy and grief
We may quaff
The Triumph Of Charis
© Benjamin Jonson
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Finisterre
© Sylvia Plath
This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic,
Cramped on nothing. Black
Lexington
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Slowly the mist o'er the meadow was creeping,
Bright on the dewy buds glistened the sun,
Dr. Parnel To Dr. Swift, On His Birth-day, November 30th, MDCCXIII
© Thomas Parnell
Urg'd by the warmth of Friendship's sacred flame,
But more by all the glories of thy fame;
By all those offsprings of thy learned mind,
In judgment solid, as in wit refin'd,
Resolv'd I sing: Tho' lab'ring up the way
To reach my theme, O Swift, accept my lay.
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
© Rabindranath Tagore
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
The Great Conch Train Robbery
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
'Twas sunset down in old Key West
The locals all were high.
