Mom poems
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The Wind-Harp
© James Russell Lowell
I treasure in secret some long, fine hair
Of tenderest brown, but so inwardly golden
The Guides At Cabul
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Sons of the Island race, wherever ye dwell,
Who speak of your fathers' battles with lips that burn,
The Columbiad: Book III
© Joel Barlow
His eldest hope, young Rocha, at his call,
Resigns his charge within the temple wall;
In whom began, with reverend forms of awe,
The functions grave of priesthood and of law,
The Lover Of The Queen Of Sheba
© Arthur Symons
To SAROJINI NAIDU
A YOUTH OF SHEBA. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA.
THE HERALD. KING SOLOMON.
"One moment more before that fatal leap!"
© Richard Monckton Milnes
One moment more before that fatal leap!
One moment more! and now thou hadst been free
To wanton in the autumn sun or sleep
In the warmed crystal of thy little sea.
John Burns Of Gettysburg
© Francis Bret Harte
So raged the battle. You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and backward pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
At which John Burnsa practical man
Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows,
And then went back to his bees and cows.
The Rapid
© Charles Sangster
Fast downward they're dashing,
Each fearless eye flashing,
Though danger awaits them on every side.
Yon rocksee it frowning!
They strikethey are drowning!
The Two Soldiers
© Thomas Hardy
Just at the corner of the wall
We met - yes, he and I -
Who had not faced in camp or hall
Since we bade home good-bye,
And what once happened came back - all -
Out of those years gone by.
The Waggoner - Canto Second
© William Wordsworth
IF Wytheburn's modest House of prayer,
As lowly as the lowliest dwelling,
Had, with its belfry's humble stock,
A little pair that hang in air,
From The Last Hill That Looks On Thy Once Holy Dome
© George Gordon Byron
I.
From the last hill that looks on thy once holy dome,
I beheld thee, Oh Sion! when rendered to Rome:
'Twas thy last sun went down, and the flames of thy fall
Flash'd back on the last glance I gave to thy wall.
When Fishes Flew
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
Love
© Alexander Smith
THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays,
The churlish thistles, scented briers,
The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes,
Down to the central fires,
The Passing Of Cadieux
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
'Fresh is love in May
When the Spring is yearning,
Life is but a lay,
Love is quick in learning.
An October Nocturne
© Yvor Winters
The night was faint and sheer;
Immobile, road and dune.
Then, for a moment, clear,
A plane moved past the moon.
Non, Je Ne LAmime Plus
© André Marie de Chénier
Sa table par mes mains sera prête et choisie;
L'eau pure, de ma main, lui sera l'ambroisie.
Seul, c'est moi qui serai partout, à tout moment,
Son esclave fidèle et son fidèle amant.'
Tels étaient mes projets qu'insensés et volages
Le vent a dissipés parmi de vains nuages!
Song.'Tis the spot where we parted
© Louisa Stuart Costello
'Tis the spot where we parted
Oh! never again
