Mom poems
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The Victory
© Robert Southey
Hark--how the church-bells thundering harmony
Stuns the glad ear! tidings of joy have come,
A Dream
© Matthew Arnold
Was it a dream? We sail'd, I thought we sail'd,
Martin and I, down the green Alpine stream,
The Golden Corpse
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Stripped country, shrunken as a beggar's heart,
Inviolate landscape, hardened into steel,
Where the cold soil shatters under heel
Day after day like armor cracked apart.
"The Undying One" - Canto IV
© Caroline Norton
On she goes, and the waves are dashing
Under her stern, and under her prow;
Oh! pleasant the sound of the waters splashing
To those who the heat of the desert know.
A Portrait
© Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Tell me, ye prim adepts in Scandals school,
Who rail by precept, and detract by rule,
The Paint-Kings
© Washington Allston
Fair Ellen was long the delight of the young,
No damsel could with her compare;
Her charms were the theme of the heart and the tongue.
And bards without number in extacies sung,
The beauties of Ellen the fair.
To Charles Sumner
© John Greenleaf Whittier
If I have seemed more prompt to censure wrong
Than praise the right; if seldom to thine ear
The Task: Book I. -- The Sofa
© William Cowper
I sing the Sofa. I who lately sang
Truth, Hope, and Charity, and touched with awe
Fulfilment
© Robert Nichols
Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.
To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm -- thus wert not thou;--
My baffled looks did fear yet dread
The Builders
© Henry Van Dyke
ODE FOR THE HUNDRED AND FIFTIETH ANNIVERSARY OF PRINCETON COLLEGE
October 21, 1896
Reminiscence
© Robert Laurence Binyon
The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child's eyes.
The Passion Of Our Lady
© Charles Péguy
For the past three days she had been wandering, and following.
She followed the people.
My Irish Love
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
Unheeded, Dante on the cushion lay,
His golden clasps yet lock'd--no poet tells
The tale of Love with such a wizard tongue
That lovers slight dear Love himself to list.
Winter Dusk
© Sara Teasdale
I WATCH the great clear twilight
Veiling the ice-bowed trees;
Their branches tinkle faintly
With crystal melodies.
Rachel
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE wan September moonbeams, struggling down
Through the gray clouds upon her desolate head,
The coldness of their muffled radiance shed
Faintly above her like a spectral crown:
Fit The Fifth - The Beavers Lesson
© Lewis Carroll
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
On a Spanish Cathedral
© Henry Kendall
DEEP under the spires of a hill, by the feet of the thunder-cloud trod,
I pause in a luminous, still, magnificent temple of God!
