Life poems
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Pause
© Madison Julius Cawein
So sick of dreams! the dreams, that stain
The aisle, along which life must pass,
With hues of mystic colored glass,
That fills the windows of the brain.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book V - Part 06 - Origins And Savage Period Of Mankind
© Lucretius
But mortal man
Was then far hardier in the old champaign,
Chorus of Brids
© Aristophanes
YE Children of Man! whose life is a span,
Protracted with sorrow from day to day,
Birdofredum Sawin; Esq., To Mr. Hosea Biglow
© James Russell Lowell
I hed it on my min' las' time, when I to write ye started,
To tech the leadin' featurs o' my gittin' me convarted;
The Owl by Wendy Videlock : American Life in Poetry #264 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
Wendy Videlock lives in western Colorado, where a person can stop to study what an owl has left behind without being run over by a taxi.
Paradise: In A Dream
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Once in a dream I saw the flowers
That bud and bloom in Paradise;
I Would I Were A Child
© George MacDonald
I would I were a child,
That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!
And follow thee with running feet, or rather
Be led through dark and wild!
Genesis BK XI
© Caedmon
ll. 442-460) Then God's enemy began to make him ready, equipped
in war-gear, with a wily heart. He set his helm of darkness on
Anti-Apis
© James Russell Lowell
Praisest Law, friend? We, too, love it much as they that love it best;
'Tis the deep, august foundation, whereon Peace and Justice rest;
On the rock primeval, hidden in the Past its bases be,
Block by block the endeavoring Ages built it up to what we see.
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray
© Amir Khusro
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray,
Ghar naari kanwari kahay so karay,
Main to piya say naina lada aayi ray.
Sohni suratiya, mohni muratiya,
The Whirlwind Road
© Edwin Markham
THE MUSES wrapped in mysteries of light
Came in a rush of music on the night;
Nathan The Wise - Act V
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
Here lies the money still, and no one finds
The dervis yet--he's probably got somewhere
Over a chess-board. Play would often make
The man forget himself, and why not, me.
Patience--Ha! what's the matter.
Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
sonnet XXXII. Life And Death. 4.
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
IF at one door stands life to cheat our trust,
And at another, death, to mock because
We thought life's promise good; if all that was
And is and should be ends in fume and dust
Any Soul That Drank the Nectar
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
Death came, smelled me, and sensed your fragrance instead.
From then on, death lost all hope of me.
Old Spense
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend?
'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.
The way he made the dollars fly,
Such gimcrack things a-buyin'--
He spent a big share ov a fortin'
On pesky things that went a snortin'
Life
© Edgar Albert Guest
A WEE bit of sorrow
And sadness and pain,
But sunshine tomorrow
And laughter again.
