Mom poems
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The Donkey
© 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;
Englysh Metamorphosis
© Thomas Chatterton
BOOKE st.
WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.
All Fools Day
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
The Sun called a beautiful Beam, that was playing
At the door of his golden-wall'd palace on high;
Hymn: Thou Hidden Love of God
© John Wesley
Thou hidden love of God, whose height,
Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows,
I see from far thy beauteous light,
Inly I sigh for thy repose;
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be
At rest, till it finds rest in thee.
The Lord of the Isles: Canto III.
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Hast thou not mark'd, when o'er thy startled head
At The Last Watch
© Rabindranath Tagore
Suddenly I found you had left behind by mistake
Your gold-mounted ivory walking stick.
If there were time, I thought,
You might come back from the station to look for it,
But not because
You had not seen me before going away.
"The Undying One" - Canto II
© Caroline Norton
'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter V
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Griselda's madness lasted forty days,
Forty eternities! Men went their ways,
And suns arose and set, and women smiled,
And tongues wagged lightly in impeachment wild
Tale XVI
© George Crabbe
cause -
This creature frights her, overpowers, and awes."
Six weeks had pass'd--"In truth, my love, this
Bird Raptures
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing,
The moonrise wakes the nightingale.
Come darkness, moonrise, everything
That is so silent, sweet, and pale,
Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
The Warner
© Charles Baudelaire
Every man worth the name
has a yellow snake in his soul,
seated as on a throne, saying
if he cries: I want to!: No!
Lali
© John Le Gay Brereton
While the summer day is hot
You and I will loaf awhile,
Lolling in a leafy spot,
Lali of the cunning smile.
Widderins Race. Australian.
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
"A HORSE amongst ten thousand! on the verge,
The extremest verge of equine life he stands;
Yet mark his action, as those wild young colts
Freed from the stock-yard gallop whinnying up;
See how he trots towards them,--nose in air,
Tail arched, and his still sinewy legs out-thrown
Sleep
© Archibald Lampman
If any man, with sleepless care oppressed,
On many a night had risen, and addressed
The Stockman
© David Campbell
The sun was in the summer grass,
the Coolibahs* were twisted steel;
the stockman paused beneath their shade
and sat upon his heel,
and with the reins looped through his arm
he rolled tobacco in his palm.
A Man Doesn't Have Time In His Life
© Yehuda Amichai
A man doesn't have time in his life
to have time for everything.
He doesn't have seasons enough to have
a season for every purpose. Ecclesiastes
Was wrong about that.
Nathan The Wise - Act II
© Gotthold Ephraim Lessing
But out of my dilemma
'Tis not so easy to escape unhurt.
Well, you must have the knight.
Joan Of Arc, In Rheims
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame!
A draught that mantles high,
And seems to lift this earth-born frame
Above mortality:
Away! to me a woman bring
Sweet waters from affection's spring.
