Life poems
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Sunset Clouds
© Madison Julius Cawein
Low clouds, the lightning veins and cleaves,
Torn from the forest of the storm,
Sweep westward like enormous leaves
O'er field and farm.
How Hop O' My Thumb Got Rid Of An Onus
© Guy Wetmore Carryl
A worthy couple, man and wife,
Dragged on a discontented life:
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress
© Robert Burns
Sleep'st thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
Sight
© Archibald Lampman
Ah brothers, still upon our pathway lies
The shadow of dim weariness and fear,
Yet if we could but lift our earthwood eyes
To see, and open our dull eyes to hear,
Then should the wonder of this world draw near
And life's innumerable harmonies.
Love-Trilogy
© Mathilde Blind
I.
SHE stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.
Naples And Venice
© Richard Monckton Milnes
Thou, who to that lofty terrace, lov'st on summer--eve to go,
Tell me, Poet! what Thou seest,--what Thou hearest, there below!
To James Norton Esq.
© Charles Harpur
Think you I have not skill to gather gold,
If I could love it as some others do?
On The Consequences Of Happy Marriages
© George Moses Horton
Hail happy pair from whom such raptures rise,
On whom I gaze with pleasure and surprize;
From thy bright rays the gloom of strife is driven,
For all the smiles of mutual love are Heaven.
A Girls Day Dream And Its Fulfilment
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Ah! mother it once sufficed thy child
To cherish a bird or flowret wild;
To see the moonbeams the waters kiss,
Was enough to fill her heart with bliss;
Or oer the bright woodland stream to bow,
But these things may not suffice her now.
Kaddish
© Eli Siegel
May peace come from on high,
Opulently;
And life for us,
And for all Israel.
And say ye,
Amen.
On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drown'd in the Irish Seas
© John Cleveland
I like not tears in tune, nor do I prize
His artificial grief that scans his eyes;
Upon The Sand
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Yet, when from the frowning east a sudden gust
Of adverse fate is blown, or sad rains fall
Day in, day out, against its yielding wall,
Lo! the fair structure crumbles to the dust.
Love, to endure life's sorrow and earth's woe,
Needs friendship's solid masonwork below.
Jesus Calls Us
© Cecil Frances Alexander
Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult
of our life's wild, restless sea,
day by day his clear voice soundeth,
saying, "Christian, follow me;"
Away, Away, Ye Notes Of Woe!
© George Gordon Byron
Away, away, ye notes of woe!
Be silent, thou once soothing strain,
Or I must flee from hence--for, oh!
I dare not trust those sounds again.
Epitaph of Cleonicus
© Theocritus
Man, husband existence: ne'er launch on the sea
Out of season: our tenure of life is but frail.
Think of poor Cleonicus: for Phasos sailed he
From the valleys of Syria, with many a bale:
With many a bale, ocean's tides he would stem
When the Pleiads were sinking; and he sank with them.
William Francis Bartlett
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, well may Essex sit forlorn
Beside her sea-blown shore;
Her well beloved, her noblest born,
Is hers in life no more!
The Pageant
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A sound as if from bells of silver,
Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,
Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.
Time's Defeat
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Time has made conquest of so many things
That once were mine. Swift-footed, eager youth
That ran to meet the years; bold brigand health,
That broke all laws of reason unafraid,
And laughed at talk of punishment. Close ties
New-Year's Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
As when at twelve o'clock
Strong January opes the gates of Life
