Life poems
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Rose Lorraine
© Henry Kendall
Sweet water-moons, blown into lights
Of flying gold on pool and creek,
Ogrin The Hermit
© Edith Wharton
Ogrin the Hermit in old age set forth
This tale to them that sought him in the extreme
Ancient grey wood where he and silence housed:
Piety: Or, The Vision
© Thomas Parnell
But still I fear, unwarm'd with holy flame,
I take for truth the flatt'ries of a dream;
And barely wish the wond'rous gift I boast,
And faintly practise what deserves it most.
The Abencerrage : Canto III.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Onward their slow and stately course they bend
To where the Alhambra's ancient towers ascend,
Reared and adorned by Moorish kings of yore,
Whose lost descendants there shall dwell no more.
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
A Lost Comrade
© Margaret Widdemer
YOU live as the world would have you do
Only the sleeping soul of you
Lies unwakened by wind or dew.
Verses:Intended To Go With A Posset Dish To My Dear Little Goddaughter
© James Russell Lowell
In good old times, which means, you know,
The time men wasted long ago,
The Tears Expressive
© Edgar Albert Guest
Death crossed his threshold yesterday
And left the glad voice of his loved one dumb.
To him the living now will come
And cross his threshold in the self-same way
To clasp his hand and vainly try to say
Words that shall soothe the heart that's stricken numb.
For The Services In Memory Of Abraham Lincoln
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CITY OF BOSTON, JUNE 1, 1865
CHORAL: "LUTHER'S JUDGMENT HYMN."
Life And Immortality
© James Beattie
"O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!"
(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)
Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,
Of late so grateful in the hour of drought?
A Sweet Pastoral
© Nicholas Breton
Good Muse, rock me asleep
With some sweet harmony;
The weary eye is not to keep
Thy wary company.
Der Freischutz
© Charles Godfrey Leland
AIR - "Der Pabst lebt,"
WIE gehts, my frendts-if you'll allow-
I sings you rite afay shoost now
Some dretful shdories vitch dey calls
Der Freyschutz, or de Magic Balls.
How Graces Are To Be Obtained
© John Bunyan
The next word that I would unto thee say,
Is how thou mayst attain without delay,
Hexameters
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
All my hexameters fly, like stags pursued by the staghounds,
Breathless and panting, and ready to drop, yet flying still onwards,
I would full fain pull in my hard-mouthed runaway hunter;
But our English Spondeans are clumsy yet impotent curb-reins;
And so to make him go slowly, no way left have I but to lame him.
To Seem the Stranger Lies My Lot
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life
Among strangers. Father and mother dear,
The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
THE SAME CONTINUED
And then fate strikes us. First our joys decay.
Youth, with its pleasures, is a tale soon told.
We grow a little poorer day by day.
In The Public Library
© Lesbia Harford
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and arm
Upraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.
Her sleeve slid up like darkness in alarm
At gleam of dawn. Impatient with herself
