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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]

© Alfred Tennyson

[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;

Give me to die unwitting of the day, And stricken in Life's brave heat, with senses clear: Not swathed and couched until the lines appearOf Death's wan mask upon this withering clay,But as that old man eloquent made way From Earth, a nation's conclave hushed anear; Or as the chief whose fates, that he may hearThe victory, one glorious moment stay

The Girl from Zlot

© Stallworthy Jon

Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle embowers The Lady of Shalott.

The Archer

© Arthur James Marshall Smith

Bend back thy bow, O Archer, till the stringIs level with thine ear, thy body taut,Its nature art, thyself thy statue wroughtOf marble blood, thy weapon the poised wingOf coiled and aquiline Fate

Shakespeare's Sonnets: When I consider every thing that grows

© William Shakespeare

When I consider every thing that growsHolds in perfection but a little moment,That this huge stage presenteth nought but showsWhereon the stars in secret influence comment;When I perceive that men as plants increase,Cheered and check't even by the self-same sky,Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,And wear their brave state out of memory

Hamlet (excerpts): To be or not to be, that is the question

© William Shakespeare

To be or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them

The Ride to Melrose

© Sir Walter Scott

CANTO I

Marmion: Canto 6

© Sir Walter Scott

Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge

Rugby Chapel

© Matthew Arnold

Coldly, sadly descends

The autumn-evening. The field

The Puzzle Factory

© Rowley Rosemarie

1. Admission

Buried Life, The

© Matthew Arnold

Ah! well for us, if even we,
Even for a moment, can get free
Our heart, and have our lips unchain'd;
For that which seals them hath been deep-ordain'd!

Flight into Reality

© Rowley Rosemarie

Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury

The House of Life: The Sonnet

© Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Sonnet is a moment's monument, Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour

A Twinkle in Her Eyes

© Majeed Amjad

Who can say

Why her eyes,

The Iceberg

I was spawned from the glacier,A thousand miles due northBeyond Cape Chidley;And the spawning,When my vast, wallowing bulk went under,Emerged and heaved aloft,Shaking down cataracts from its rocking sides,With mountainous surge and thunderOutraged the silence of the Arctic sea

White Flock

Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html

A Chest of Angels

'I have always felt that desolation,that hell itself, is most powerfully expressedin an uninhabited natural landscapeat its bleakest.' - Anthony Hecht