Men poems
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Idyll XVIII. The Bridal of Helen
© Theocritus
"As peers the nascent Morning
Over thy shades, O Night,
When Winter disenchains the land,
And Spring goes forth in white:
So Helen shone above us,
All loveliness and light.
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
© George Crabbe
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,
'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;
And to him who has rather too much of that one,
'Tis the house of a friend where he's welcome to
A Seamark
© Bliss William Carman
COLD, the dull cold! What ails the sun,
And takes the heart out of the day?
What makes the morning look so mean,
The Common so forlorn and gray?
Hart-Leap Well
© William Wordsworth
THE Knight had ridden down from Wensley Moor
With the slow motion of a summer's cloud,
And now, as he approached a vassal's door,
"Bring forth another horse!" he cried aloud.
A Peaceful Village on the Banks of the Leven - A Summer Landscape
© Michael Bruce
Fair from his hand behold the village rise,
In rural pride, 'mong intermingled trees!
A Day At Tivoli - Prologue
© John Kenyon
Yet, if All die, there are who die not All;
(So Flaccus hoped), and half escape the pall.
The Sacred Few! whom love of glory binds,
"That last infirmity of noble minds,
"To scorn delights, and live laborious days,"
A Tale
© Robert Browning
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
--Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)
Was it prose or was it rhyme,
Greek or Latin? Greek, you said,
While your shoulder propped my head.
Sister Songs-An Offering To Two Sisters - Part The Second
© Francis Thompson
'Tis a vision:
Yet the greeneries Elysian
He has known in tracts afar;
Thus the enamouring fountains flow,
Those the very palms that grow,
By rare-gummed Sava, or Herbalimar. -
The Brus Book XVII
© John Barbour
[Only Berwick remains in English hands; a burgess offers to betray it]
The lordis off the land war fayne
The Road Menders
© Robert Laurence Binyon
How solitary gleams the lamplit street
Waiting the far--off morn!
How softly from the unresting city blows
The murmur borne
The Storie Of William Canynge
© Thomas Chatterton
ANENT a brooklette as I laie reclynd,
Listeynge to heare the water glyde alonge,
The Periwinkle Girl
© William Schwenck Gilbert
I've often thought that headstrong youths
Of decent education,
Determine all-important truths,
With strange precipitation.
Sonnet V.
© John Milton
Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia
Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole
Si mi percuoton forte, come ci suole
Per l'arene di Libia chi s'invia,
The God Who Waits
© Leslie Coulson
The old men in the olden days,
Who thought and worked in simple ways,
Believed in God and sought His praise.
On The Poetic Muse
© George Moses Horton
Far, far above this world I soar,
And almost nature lose,
Aerial regions to explore,
With this ambitious Muse.
The Anatomy of Angels
© Alden Nowlan
Angels inhabit love songs. But theyre sprites
not seraphim. The angel that up-ended
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits,
stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,
The Famous Speech-Maker Of England Or Baron (Alias Barren) Lovels Charge At The Assizes At Exon, Ap
© Jonathan Swift
From London to Exon,
By special direction,
Came down the world's wonder,
Sir Salathiel Blunder,
