Mom poems
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Thoughtlessness
© Edgar Albert Guest
A little bit of hatred can spoil a score of years
And blur the eyes that ought to smile with many needless tears.
Song of a Thousand Years
© Henry Clay Work
Lift up your eyes desponding freemen!
Fling to the winds your needless fears!
He who unfurl'd your beauteous banner,
Says it shall wave a thousand years!
To George, Earl Delwarr
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! yes, I will own we were dear to each other;
The friendships of childhood, though fleeting are true;
The love which you felt was the love of a brother,
Nor less the affection I cherish'd for you.
To a False Friend
© Louisa Stuart Costello
Adieu!'tis pastthe dream is over,
And we are friends no more;
And now my task shall be to smother
Thoughts prized too well before
That we have ever loved or met,
All, but our parting, to forget.
Parable For A Certain Virgin
© Dorothy Parker
Oh, ponder, friend, the porcupine;
Refresh your recollection,
And sit a moment, to define
His means of self-protection.
Beauty. Part III.
© Henry James Pye
'Tis in the mind that Beauty stands confess'd,
In all the noblest pride of glory dress'd,
Where virtue's rules the conscious bosom arm,
There to our eyes she spreads her brightest charm:
There all her rays, with force collected, shine,
Proclaim her worth, and speak her race divine.
November
© Robert Nichols
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains havocked and drenched black.
A fog about the coppice drifts,
Or slowly thickens up and lifts
Into the moist, despondent air.
The Towers of Time
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
(There is never a crack in the ivory tower
Or a hinge to groan in the house of gold
Or a leaf of the rose in the wind to wither
And she grows young as the world grows old.
A Woman clothed with the sun returning
to clothe the sun when the sun is cold.)
The Song Of The Violin
© Roderic Quinn
SHE stood in the curtains played over by light
The tinted curtains a tired, sweet girl,
With exquisite arms under laces of white
Like an ivory figure in mother-of-pearl.
An Image From A Past Life
© William Butler Yeats
He. Never until this night have I been stirred.
The elaborate starlight throws a reflection
An Idyll
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
And even our women, lastly grumbles Ben,
Leaving their nature, dress and talk like men!
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
© William Wordsworth
TELL me, ye Zephyrs! that unfold,
While fluttering o'er this gay Recess,
Pinions that fanned the teeming mould
Of Eden's blissful wilderness,
Did only softly-stealing hours
There close the peaceful lives of flowers?
Aurora Leigh: Book Eighth
© Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In my ears
The sound of waters. There he stood, my king!
Between The Mountains And The Plain
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Between the mountains and the plain
We leaned upon a rampart old;
Beneath, branch--blossoms trembled white;
Far--off a dusky fringe of rain
Brushed low along a sky of gold,
Where earth spread lost in endless light.
Youths End
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
I HAVE held my life too high,
Spring and harvest, love and laughter, smile and sigh.
Seaside Talkers (Provincetown Summer of 1917)
© Harry Kemp
And while the fishers clung to planks and spars
And rode the huge backs of waves, we sat
Beneath a young night full of summer stars:
And we discussed of life this way and that
Until we felt, when we arose for bed,
That there was nothing left had not been said.
The Present Crisis
© James Russell Lowell
When a deed is done for Freedom, through the broad earth's aching breast
Runs a thrill of joy prophetic, trembling on from east to west,
And the slave, where'er he cowers, feels the soul within him climb
To the awful verge of manhood, as the energy sublime
Of a century bursts full-blossomed on the thorny stem of Time.
To George Felton Mathew
© John Keats
Sweet are the pleasures that to verse belong,
And doubly sweet a brotherhood in song;
Nor can remembrance, Mathew! bring to view
A fate more pleasing, a delight more true
