Men poems
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Thunder At Midnight
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AT midnight wakening, through my startled brain
The sudden thunder crashed a chord of pain;
I rose, and, awe-struck, hearkened. Overhead
In one long, loud, reverberant peal of dread,
The Sleep of Sigismund
© Jean Ingelow
The doom'd king pacing all night through the windy fallow.
'Let me alone, mine enemy, let me alone,'
Never a Christian bell that dire thick gloom to hallow,
Or guide him, shelterless, succourless, thrust from his own.
The Symptoms of Love
© William Cowper
Would my Delia know if I love, let her take
My last thought at night, and the first when I wake;
With my prayers and best wishes preferred for her sake.
Good-bye
© Ada Cambridge
Good-bye! - 'tis like a churchyard bell - good-bye!
Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe!
Kiss me again, dear love, before you go.
Ah, me, how fast the precious moments fly!
Good-bye! Good-bye!
The Brus Book III
© John Barbour
[The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men]
The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar-by
The Dance To Death. Act V
© Emma Lazarus
LIEBHAID.
The air hangs sultry as in mid-July.
Look forth, Claire; moves not some big thundercloud
Athwart the sky? My heart is sick.
Reflections Of King Hezekiah, In His Sickness
© Hannah More
"Set thine house in order, for thou shalt die." - Isaiah xxxviii.
What! and no more? - Is this, my soul, said I,
The Menu
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I beg you come to-night and dine.
A welcome waits you, and sound wine-
The Ghost at the Second Bridge
© Henry Lawson
You'd call the man a senseless fool,
A blockhead or an ass,
Faith II
© Edith Nesbit
THROUGH the long night, the deathlong night,
Along the dark and haunted way,
I knew your hidden face was bright--
More bright than any day.
A Soliloquy Of The Full Moon, She Being In A Mad Passion
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation!
Wherever they can come
With clankum and blankum
'Tis all Botheration, & Hell & Damnation,
Hudibras: Part 3 - Canto II
© Samuel Butler
Next him his Son and Heir Apparent
Succeeded, though a lame vicegerent;
Who first laid by the Parliament,
The only crutch on which he leant;
And then sunk underneath the State,
That rode him above horseman's weight.
On Passing The New Menin Gate
© Siegfried Sassoon
Who will remember, passing through this Gate,
the unheroic dead who fed the guns?
Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate,-
Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?
The Kings Prophecie
© Joseph Hall
What Stoick could his steely brest containe
(If Zeno self, or who were made beside
Of tougher mold) from being torne in twaine
With the crosse Passions of this wondrous tide?
Grief at ELIZAES toomb, orecomne anone
With greater ioy at her succeeded throne?
Don Juan: Canto The Fourth
© George Gordon Byron
Nothing so difficult as a beginning
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
La Araucana - Canto II
© Alonso de Ercilla y Zuniga
Pónese la discordia que entre los caciques de Arauco hubo sobre la eleción de capitán general, y el medio que se tomó por el consejo del cacique colocolo, con la entrada que por engaño los bárbaros hicieron en la casa fuerte de Tucapel y la batalla que con los españoles tuvieron
Muchos hay en el mundo que han llegado
Address, Spoken At The Opening Of Drury-Lane Theatre. Saturday, October 10, 1812
© George Gordon Byron
In one dread night our city saw, and sigh'd,
Bow'd to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride
In one short hour beheld the blazing fane,
Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease to reign.
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,
