Life poems
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To The Right Hon. Mr. Dodington
© Edward Young
Balbutius, muffled in his sable cloak,
Like an old Druid from his hollow oak,
As ravens solemn, and as boding, cries,
"Ten thousand worlds for the three unities!"
Ye doctors sage, who through Parnassus teach,
Or quit the tub, or practise what you preach.
After Reading J. T. Gilberts "The History Of Dublin."
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
Long have I loved the beauty of thy streets,
Fair Dublin: long, with unavailing vows,
Robin And Harry
© Jonathan Swift
Robin to beggars with a curse,
Throws the last shilling in his purse;
And when the coachman comes for pay,
The rogue must call another day.
Bodys Blood
© Arthur Symons
And if I love you more than my own soul
Then must you die and I shall never die
Under The Cedarcroft Chestnut
© Sidney Lanier
Trim set in ancient sward, his manful bole
Upbore his frontage largely toward the sky.
We could not dream but that he had a soul:
What virtue breathed from out his bravery!
Sonnet LXXXI: Memorial Thresholds
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What place so strange,though unrevealèd snow
With unimaginable fires arise
The Gift of Tritemius
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Tritemius of Herbipolis, one day,
While kneeling at the altar's foot to pray,
Alone with God, as was his pious choice,
Heard from without a miserable voice,
A sound which seemed of all sad things to tell,
As of a lost soul crying out of hell.
Cobus Hagelstein
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ICH bin ein Deutscher, und mein name is Cobus Hagelstein,
I coom from Cincinnati, and I life peyond der Rhein;
Und I dells you all a shdory dot makes me mad ash blitz,
Pout how a Yankee gompany vas shvindle me to fits.
Mozarts Grave
© Alfred Austin
Where lies Mozart? Tradition shows
A likely spot: so much, no more:
No words of his own time disclose
When crossed He to the Further Shore,
Though later ages, roused to shame,
On tardy tomb have carved his name.
Vae Victis
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Beside the placid sea that mirrored her
With the old glory of dawn that cannot die,
The Melbourne International Exhibition A. D. 1880
© Mary Hannay Foott
And thou who once wast Pharaoh's, and thou whose palm-thatched kraals
For centuries made marvel of bold De Gamas sails,
And all that dwell betwixt you, whateer your race and name,
Who seek our shores in kindness, we thank you that you came.
Saul And David
© Richard Monckton Milnes
``An evil spirit lieth on our King!''
So went the wailful tale up Israel,
From Gilgal unto Gibeah; town and camp
Caught the sad fame that spread like pestilence,
To a Friend
© Mathilde Blind
TO you who dwell withdrawn, above
The world's tumultuous strife,
And, in an atmosphere of love,
Have triumphed over life;
If He were livingdare I ask
© Emily Dickinson
If He were livingdare I ask
And how if He be dead
And so around the Words I went
Of meeting themafraid
Too Big A Price
© Edgar Albert Guest
"They say my boy is bad," she said to me,
A tired old woman, thin and very frail.
A Tale, Founded On A Fact, Which Happened In January, 1779
© William Cowper
Where Humber pours his rich commercial stream,
There dwelt a wretch, who breathed but to blaspheme.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. The Student's Tale; The Cobbler of Hagenau
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Outside his door, one afternoon,
This humble votary of the muse
Sat in the narrow strip of shade
By a projecting cornice made,
Mending the Burgomaster's shoes,
And singing a familiar tune:--
Le Flacon (The Perfume Flask)
© Charles Baudelaire
II est de forts parfums pour qui toute matière
Est poreuse. On dirait qu'ils pénètrent le verre.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'Orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,
The King's Tragedy James I. Of Scots.20th February 1437
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I Catherine am a Douglas born,
A name to all Scots dear;
In The Desert
© Ernest Favenc
A cloudless sky oerhead, and all around
The level country stretching like a sea
A dull grey sea, that had no seeming bound,
The very semblance of eternity.
