Men poems
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The Soul Of Spain
© Ernest Hemingway
Bill's father would never knowingly sit down at table with a Democrat.
Now Bill says democracy must go.
Go on democracy.
Democracy is the shit.
Relativity is the shit.
Deux voix dans le ciel
© Victor Marie Hugo
(extrait)
Le bleu matin dorait l'herbe dans les fossés ;
Les froids tombeaux, devant le porche de l'église,
Dormaient. Au coin du bois Pierre rencontra Lise,
The Test
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Now no man's loss is private: all share all.
Oh, each of us a soldier stands to--day,
Put to the proof and summoned to the call;
One will, one faith, one peril. Hearts, be high,
Most in the hour that's darkest! Come what may,
The soul in us is found, and shall not die.
The Drums of Battersea
© Henry Lawson
They cant hear in West o London, where the worst dine with the best
Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they cant hear in London West
A Brisbane Reverie.
© James Brunton Stephens
AS I sit beside my little study window, looking down
From the heights of contemplation (attic front) upon the town
Metamorphoses: Book The Sixth
© Ovid
The End of the Sixth Book.
Translated into English verse under the direction of
Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,
William Congreve and other eminent hands
The Graveyard By The Sea
© Paul Valéry
Sure treasure, simple shrine to intelligence,
Palpable calm, visible reticence,
Proud-lidded water, Eye wherein there wells
Under a film of fire such depth of sleep --
O silence! . . . Mansion in my soul, you slope
Of gold, roof of a myriad golden tiles.
The Brothers
© William Wordsworth
"THESE Tourists, heaven preserve us! needs must live
A profitable life: some glance along,
The Weakling
© Arthur Henry Adams
I AM a weakling. God, who made
The still, strong man, made also me.
The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
On The Pleasures Of College Life
© George Moses Horton
With tears I leave these academic bowers,
And cease to cull the scientific flowers;
With tears I hail the fair succeeding train,
And take my exit with a breast of pain.
Ecrit en 1827
© Victor Marie Hugo
Je suis triste quand je vois l'homme.
Le vrai décroît dans les esprits.
L'ombre qui jadis noya Rome
Commence à submerger Paris.
Italy : 28. An Interview
© Samuel Rogers
Pleasure, that comes unlooked-for, is thrice-welcome;
And, if it stir the heart, if aught be there,
That may hereafter in a thoughtful hour
Wake but a sigh, 'tis treasured up among
Agnes
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE KNIGHT
The tale I tell is gospel true,
As all the bookmen know,
And pilgrims who have strayed to view
The wrecks still left to show.
Paradiso (English)
© Dante Alighieri
The glory of Him who moveth everything
Doth penetrate the universe, and shine
In one part more and in another less.
Seeing Off Meng Haoran For Guangling At Yellow Crane Tower
© Li Po
My old friend's said goodbye to the west, here at Yellow Crane Tower,
In the third month's cloud of willow blossoms, he's going down to Yangzhou.
The lonely sail is a distant shadow, on the edge of a blue emptiness,
All I see is the Yangtze River flow to the far horizon.
