Men poems
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The Shepherd's Calendar - June
© John Clare
Now summer is in flower and natures hum
Is never silent round her sultry bloom
The Prophecy Of Famine
© Charles Churchill
Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.
The Lady of the Lake: Canto III. - The Gathering
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore,
Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store
Cora
© Charles Harpur
The spring it came, with never a storm,
And nine times came and went,
Till its whole spirit with her form
In budding beauty blent.
Quis Separabit?
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
All my life's short years had been stern and sterile -
I stood like one whom the blasts blow back -
As with shipmen whirled through the straits of Peril,
So fierce foes menaced my every track.
LArt DAimer
© André Marie de Chénier
FRAGMENT I
Ah! tremble que ton âme à la sienne livrée
Ne s'en puisse arracher sans être déchirée.
New Morality
© George Canning
But say,-indignant does the Muse retire,
Her shrine deserted, and extinct its fire?
No pious hand to feed the sacred flame,
No raptured soul a Poet's charge to claim.
Lara. A Tale
© George Gordon Byron
Proud Otho on the instant, reddening, threw
His glove on earth, and forth his sabre flew.
"The last alternative befits me best,
And thus I answer for mine absent guest."
The Borough. Letter I
© George Crabbe
"DESCRIBE the Borough"--though our idle tribe
May love description, can we so describe,
Pioneers
© William Henry Drummond
If dey 're walkin' on de roadside, an' dey 're bote in love togeder,
An' de star of spring is shinin' wit' de young moon in between,
It was purty easy guessin' dey 're not talkin' of de wedder,
W'en de boy is comin' twenty, an' de girl is jus' eighteen.
Movement
© Arthur Rimbaud
Car de la causerie parmi les appareils, - le sang ; les fleurs, le feu, les bijoux -
Des comptes agités à ce bord fuyard,
- On voit, roulant comme une digue au delà de la route hydraulique motrice,
Monstrueux, s'éclairant sans fin, - leur stock d'études ;
Eux chassés dans l'extase harmonique,
Et l'héroïsme de la découverte.
The Wind begun to knead the Grass
© Emily Dickinson
The Wind begun to rock the Grass
With threatening Tunes and low
He threw a Menace at the Earth
A Menace at the Sky.
Instinct
© Cesare Pavese
From the door of his house in the gentle sunshine
the old man, disillusioned with everything,
watches the dog and the bitch as they follow instinct.
Tale I
© George Crabbe
THE DUMB ORATORS; OR THE BENEFIT OF SOCIETY.
That all men would be cowards if they dare,
