Life poems

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Where Shall the Lover Rest

© Sir Walter Scott

Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From the true maiden's breast,
Parted for ever?--

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The Outlaw

© Sir Walter Scott

'O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green!
I'd rather rove with Edmund there
Than reign our English Queen.'

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The Maid of Neidpath

© Sir Walter Scott

O lovers’ eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers’ ears in hearing;
And love, in life’s extremity,
Can lend an hour of cheering.

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Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox

© Sir Walter Scott

TO mute and to material things
New life revolving summer brings;
The genial call dead Nature hears,
And in her glory reappears.

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Harp of the North, Farewell!

© Sir Walter Scott

Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
In twilight copse the glow-worm lights her spark,
The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending.

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Eleu Loro

© Sir Walter Scott

Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
From his true maiden’s breast
Parted for ever?

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Brignall Banks

© Sir Walter Scott

'O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green!
I'd rather rove with Edmund there
Than reign our English Queen.'

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Answer

© Sir Walter Scott

Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
One crowded hour of glorious life
Is worth an age without a name.

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A Farewell

© Charles Kingsley

My fairest child, I have no song to give you;
No lark could pipe to skies so dull and grey:
Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you
For every day.

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The Victor Dog

© James Merrill

Bix to Buxtehude to Boulez,
The little white dog on the Victor label
Listens long and hard as he is able.
It's all in a day's work, whatever plays.

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A Bronze Head

© William Butler Yeats

HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head,

Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye,

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When He Who Adores Thee

© Thomas Moore

When he, who adores thee, has left but the name
Of his fault and his sorrows behind,
Oh! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame
Of a life that for thee was resign'd?

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When Cold in the Earth

© Thomas Moore

When cold in the earth lies the friend thou hast loved,
Be his faults and his follies forgot by thee then;
Or, if from their slumber the veil be removed,
Weep o'er them in silence, and close it again.

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Twas One of Those Dreams

© Thomas Moore

'TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought,
Like a bright summer haze, o'er the poet's warm thought --
When, lost in the future, his soul wanders on,
And all of this life, but its sweetness, is gone.

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This Life Is All Chequer'd With Pleasures and Woes

© Thomas Moore

This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes,
That chase one another like waves of the deep --
Each brightly or darkly, as onward it flows,
Reflecting our eyes, as they sparkle or weep.

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They May Rail at this Life

© Thomas Moore

They may rail at this life -- from the hour I began it
I found it a life full of kindness and bliss;
And, until they can show me some happier planet,
More social and bright, I'll content me with this.

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There Are Sounds of Mirth

© Thomas Moore

There are sounds of mirth in the night-air ringing,
And lamps from every casement shown;
While voices blithe within are singing,
That seem to say "Come," in every tone.

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Thee, Thee, Only Thee

© Thomas Moore

The dawning of morn, the daylight's sinking,
The night's long hours still find me thinking
Of thee, thee, only thee.
When friends are met, and goblets crown'd,

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The Wandering Bard

© Thomas Moore

What life like that of the bard can be --
The wandering bard, who roams as free
As the mountain lark that o'er him sings,
And, like that lark a music brings,

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The Prince's Day

© Thomas Moore

Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them,
And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers:
There never were hearts, if our rulers would let them,
More form'd to be grateful and blest than ours.