Life poems
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Paradise Lost : Book IX.
© John Milton
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
Within and Without: Part II: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Julian.
Hm! ah! I see.
What kind of man is this Nembroni, nurse?
Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Derne
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NIGHT on the city of the Moor!
On mosque and tomb, and white-walled shore,
On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless knock
The narrow harbor gates unlock,
Sonnet LXVI: The Heart of the Night
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
From lethargy to fever of the heart;
The Bachelor
© William Barnes
No! I don't begrudge en his life,
Nor his goold, nor his housen, nor lands;
Drinking at Dirty Dick's
© Ken Smith
Truth is I'm a prince among princes
with my own bit of a dukedom herabouts
but my betters keep saying I'm a lizard,
a common reptile that understands nothing.
The Silver Locks
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Tho' youth may boast the curls that flow,
In sunny waves of auburn glow;
As graceful on thy hoary head,
Has time the robe of honor spread,
And there, oh ! softly, softly shed,
His wreath of snow!
As I Ebb'd With the Ocean of Life
© Walt Whitman
I perceive I have not really understood any thing, not a single
object, and that no man ever can,
Nature here in sight of the sea taking advantage of me to dart
upon me and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver.
© Anne Bradstreet
Bles't bee thy Name, who did'st restore
To health my Daughter dear
Ship's Glamour
© Harry Kemp
When there wakes any wind to shake this place,
This wave-hemmed atom of land on which I dwell,
My fancy conquers time, condition, space, -
A trivial sound begets a miracle!
Paddle Your Own Canoe
© Sarah Knowles Bolton
Voyager upon life's sea,
To yourself be true,
And whatever your lot may be,
Paddle your own canoe.
No Better Land Than This
© Edgar Albert Guest
If I knew a better country in this glorious world today
Where a man's work hours are shorter and he's drawing bigger pay,
If the Briton or the Frenchman had an easier life than mine,
I'd pack my goods this minute and I'd sail across the brine.
But I notice when an alien wants a land of hope and cheer,
And a future for his children, he comes out and settles here.
The Silver Horn
© Henry Clay Work
"Come, rest with me now, my silver horn!
My melodious joy, my silver horn!
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin by Robert Wrigley: American Life in Poetry #191 Ted Kooser, U.
© Ted Kooser
Most of us love to find things, and to discover a quarter on the sidewalk can make a whole day seem brighter. In this poem, Robert Wrigley, who lives in Idaho, finds what's left of a Bible, and describes it so well that we can almost feel it in our hands.
Finding a Bible in an Abandoned Cabin
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: XLII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
And so we went our way,--yes, hand in hand,
Like two lost children in some magic wood
Baffled and baffling with enchanter's wand
The various beasts that crossed us and withstood.
Queen Mab: Part IX.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Earth floated then below;
The chariot paused a moment there;
The Spirit then descended;
The restless coursers pawed the ungenial soil,
Snuffed the gross air, and then, their errand done,
Unfurled their pinions to the winds of heaven.
Lines. "To the smooth beach the silver sea"
© Frances Anne Kemble
To the smooth beach the silver sea
Comes rippling in a thousand smiles,
