Mom poems
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Charles Vacquerie
© Victor Marie Hugo
Il ne sera pas dit que ce jeune homme, ô deuil !
Se sera de ses mains ouvert l'affreux cercueil
Où séjourne l'ombre abhorrée,
Hélas ! et qu'il aura lui-même dans la mort
De ses jours généreux, encor pleins jusqu'au bord,
Renversé la coupe dorée,
A Flower Of A Day
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
OLD friend, that with a pale and pensile grace
Climbest the lush hedgerows, art thou back again,
Marking the slow round of the wond'rous years?
Didst beckon me a moment, silent flower?
The Horologe Of The Fields
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Addressed to a Young Lady, on seeing at the House of an
Acquaintance a magnificent French Timepiece.
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
© Theocritus
To whom thus spake the herdsman of the herd,
Pausing a moment from his handiwork:
"Friend, I will solve thy questions, for I fear
The angry looks of Hermes of the roads.
No dweller in the skies is wroth as he,
With him who saith the asking traveller nay.
The Heroic Enthusiasts - Part The Second =First Dialogue.=
© Giordano Bruno
MAR. We know that you are not a theologian but a philosopher, and that
you treat of philosophy and not of theology.
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
Bazm e azaa e qibla e alam akheer hai
Shiyo! Shahe anaam ka matam akheer hai
Hain majlis e tamaam Moharram akheer hai
Uryaan sar hai fatah e badr o hunayn ka
De lo Batool e paak ko pursa Hussain ka
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
Illicit
© Conrad Aiken
Of what she said to me that nightno matter.
The strange thing came next day.
The Voice of the Negro
© Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
All ye nations, pause a moment! listen to the Negro's voice,
Coming up from all vocations where his life has made a choice!
Listen to each rank or station, as you cross the sea of time,
It is heard in ev'ry nation, any race and ev'ry clime.
The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.
The Princess: A Medley: Thy Voice is Heard
© Alfred Tennyson
Thy voice is heard thro' rolling drums,
That beat to battle where he stands;
Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying
© Henry Clay Work
Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying
Uncared for, distress'd and alone.
When Mother's Sewing Buttons On
© Edgar Albert Guest
When mother's sewing buttons on
Their little garments, one by one,
Pippa Passes: Part II: Noon
© Robert Browning
You by me,
And I by you; this is your hand in mine,
And side by side we sit: all's true. Thank God!
I have spoken: speak you!
The Song Of The Cicadas
© Roderic Quinn
Green Cicadas, Black cicadas,
happy in the gracious weather
Floury-bakers, double-drummers
all as one and all together--
how they voice the bygone summers!
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sermoni propriora.~ Horace
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
L'Horloge (The Clock)
© Charles Baudelaire
Horloge! dieu sinistre, effrayant, impassible,
Dont le doigt nous menace et nous dit: «Souviens-toi!
Les vibrantes Douleurs dans ton coeur plein d'effroi
Se planteront bientôt comme dans une cible;
Manfred: A Dramatic Poem. Act II.
© George Gordon Byron
CHAMOIS HUNTER
No, no -- yet pause -- thou must not yet go forth:
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But whither?
