Men poems
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Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
© Publius Vergilius Maro
LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
The Brus Book X
© John Barbour
[Preparations for battle against John of Lorn]
Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis
The Biglow Papers
© James Russell Lowell
Thrash away, you'll _hev_ to rattle
On them kittle-drums o' yourn,--
Petrarch to Laura
© Mary Darby Robinson
"Ere such a soul regains its peaceful state,
"How often must it love, how often hate,
"How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
"Conceal, disdain, do all things, but forget."
The End of Love
© Muriel Stuart
WHO shall forget till his last hour be come,-
Until the useful service of the dust
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VI - Go-Harana - (Cattle-Lifting)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
The conditions of the banishment of the sons of Pandu were hard. They
must pass twelve years in exile, and then they must remain a year in
concealment. If they were discovered within this last year, they must
go into exile for another twelve years.
My Ladys Lamantation And Complaint Against The Dean
© Jonathan Swift
Sure never did man see
A wretch like poor Nancy,
So teazed day and night
By a Dean and a Knight.
The Wind Speaks
© Alfred Austin
``In the depth of Night, on the heights of Day,
Would you know where I rest or roam?
In vain will you search, for I nowhere stay,
And the Universe is my home.
Puritans - (from Hudibras)
© Samuel Butler
Our brethren of New England use
Choice malefactors to excuse,
The Muses Threnodie: Sixth Muse
© Henry Adamson
From thence we passing by the Windy Gowle,
Did make the hollow rocks with echoes yowle,
And all alongst the mountains of Kinnoull,
Where did we shoot at many fox and fowl.
The Army of the Rear
© Henry Lawson
I LISTENED through the music and the sounds of revelry,
And all the hollow noises of that year of Jubilee;
The Atlas
© Kenneth Slessor
I. The King of Cuckooz
THE King of Cuckooz Contrey
Hangs peaked above Argier
With Janzaries and Marabutts
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
Consolation
© Anonymous
The mother drew the baby to her knee,
And, smiling, said: "The stars shine soft tonight;
My world is fair; its edges sweet to me,
And whatsoever is, dear Lord, is right."
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Poet's Tale; The Birds of Killingworth
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the season, when through all the land
The merle and mavis build, and building sing
"Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin"
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
Behold! we have gathered together our battleships near and afar;
"I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be"
© Lesbia Harford
I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be
A very mighty thing for you and me.
In certain moods your love should be a fire
That burnt your very life up in desire.
Bluebeard
© Harry Graham
Yes, I am Bluebeard, and my name
Is one that children cannot stand;
Yet once I used to be so tame
I'd eat out of a person's hand;
So gentle was I wont to be
A Curate might have played with me.
The Cure
© Rudyard Kipling
To-day? God knows where he may lie-
His Cross of weathered beads above him:
But one not worthy to untie
His shoe-string, prays you read-and love him!
Dedication
© Charles Churchill
To Churchill's Sermons.
The manuscript of this unfinished poem was found among the few papers
