Men poems
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Elegy On Partridge
© Jonathan Swift
Well; 'tis as Bickerstaff has guess'd,
Though we all took it for a jest:
Buddha And Brahma
© Henry Brooks Adams
Then gently, still in silence, lost in thought,
The Buddha raised the Lotus in his hand,
His eyes bent downward, fixed upon the flower.
No more! A moment so he held it only,
Then his hand sank into its former rest.
Toussaint LOuverture
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'T WAS night. The tranquil moonlight smile
With which Heaven dreams of Earth, shed down
Its beauty on the Indian isle,
On broad green field and white-walled town;
The Secret People
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.
Bacchus
© André Marie de Chénier
Viens, ô divin Bacchus, ô jeune Thyonée,
O Dionyse, Évan, Iacchus et Lénée;
The Ring And The Book - Chapter III - The Other Half-Rome
© Robert Browning
ANOTHER DAY that finds her living yet,
Little Pompilia, with the patient brow
The Trenches
© Frederic Manning
Endless lanes sunken in the clay,
Bays, and traverses, fringed with wasted herbage,
The Poor Of The Borough. Letter XXI: Abel Keene
© George Crabbe
merchant's son,
Choice spirits all, who wish'd him to be one;
It must, no question, give them lively joy,
Hopes long indulged to combat and destroy;
At these they levelled all their skill and
A La Sante
© André Marie de Chénier
Allons, muse rustique, enfant de la nature,
Détache ces cheveux, ceins ton front de verdure,
El Piano De Genoveva
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Me pareces, ¡oh piano!, por tu voz lastimera,
una caja de lágrimas, y tu oscura madera
me evoca la visita del primer ataúd
que recibí en mi casa en plena juventud.
To E.G., Dedicating a Book
© George MacDonald
A broken tale of endless things,
Take, lady: thou art not of those
Who in what vale a fountain springs
Would have its journey close.
The Parish Register - Part III: Burials
© George Crabbe
drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
His words were truth's:- Some forty summers
Ruans Voyage
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Fisherman, fisherman, help!'' she cried.
Ruan turned his boat aside
Swiftly in the eddying tide.
Fa Leszek (I'll Be a Tree)
© Sandor Petofi
Fa leszek, ha fának vagy virága.
Ha harmat vagy: én virág leszek.
Harmat leszek, ha te napsugár vagy...
Csak, hogy lényink egyesüljenek.
Moesta et Errabunda (Grieving and Wandering)
© Charles Baudelaire
Dis-moi ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe,
Loin du noir océan de l'immonde cité
Vers un autre océan où la splendeur éclate,
Bleu, clair, profond, ainsi que la virginité?
Dis-moi, ton coeur parfois s'envole-t-il, Agathe?
