Mom poems
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Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strand
Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand,
Temptation
© Edgar Albert Guest
I WOULD like to wed your daughter," said the multi-millionaire,
"I will try to make her happy; if I don't you needn't care;
She shall have five million dollars just the minute we are married;
Say the word and I will take her"but the maiden's father tarried.
Hymn For The Class-Meeting
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THOU Gracious Power, whose mercy lends
The light of home, the smile of friends,
Our gathered flock thine arms infold
As in the peaceful days of old.
Gertrude of Wyoming
© Thomas Campbell
PART IOn Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming!
Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall,
And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring,
Of what thy gentle people did befall;
Life
© William Cullen Bryant
Oh Life! I breathe thee in the breeze,
I feel thee bounding in my veins,
I see thee in these stretching trees,
These flowers, this still rock's mossy stains.
Alfred. Book IV.
© Henry James Pye
"I come," the stranger said, "from fields of fame,
A Saxon born, and Aribert my name.
I come from Devon's shores, where Devon's lord
Waves o'er the prostrate Dane the British sword.
Freedom might yet revisit Britain's coast,
Did Alfred live to lead her victor host."
The Task: Book II. -- The Time-Piece
© William Cowper
In man or woman, but far most in man,
And most of all in man that ministers
And serves the altar, in my soul I loathe
All affectation. 'Tis my perfect scorn;
Object of my implacable disgust.
Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem
© Alan Seeger
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death
And stood beside the cavern through whose doors
The 9th Satire Of Book I. Of Horace : The Description Of An Impertinent. Adapted To The Present Time
© William Cowper
Sauntering along the street one day,
On trifles musing by the way,
Little-Girl-Two-Little-Girls
© James Whitcomb Riley
I'm twins, I guess, 'cause my Ma say
I'm two little girls. An' one o' me
Is _Good_ little girl; an' th'other 'n' she
Is _Bad little girl as she can be!_
An' Ma say so, 'most ever' day.
90. Epistle to James Smith
© Robert Burns
Whilst Ibut I shall haud me there,
Wi you Ill scarce gang ony where
Then, Jamie, I shall say nae mair,
But quat my sang,
Content wi you to mak a pair.
Whareer I gang.
340. SongThou Fair Eliza
© Robert Burns
TURN again, thou fair Eliza!
Ae kind blink before we part;
Rue on thy despairing lover,
Canst thou break his faithfu heart?
429. SongCome let me take thee to my breast
© Robert Burns
COME, let me take thee to my breast,
And pledge we neer shall sunder;
And I shall spurn as vilest dust
The worlds wealth and grandeur:
223. SongThe Chevaliers Lament
© Robert Burns
THE SMALL birds rejoice in the green leaves returning,
The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale;
The primroses blow in the dews of the morning,
And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale:
108. SongWill ye go to the Indies, my Mary?
© Robert Burns
WILL ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
And leave auld Scotias shore?
Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary,
Across th Atlantic roar?
Love Declared
© Francis Thompson
I looked, she drooped, and neither spake, and cold,
We stood, how unlike all forecasted thought
The Beauteous Terrorist
© Sir Henry Parkes
Soft as the morning's pearly light,
Where yet may rise the thunder-cloud,
Her gentle face was ever bright
With noble thought and purpose proud.
Choses du soir
© Victor Marie Hugo
Le brouillard est froid, la bruyère est grise ;
Les troupeaux de boeufs vont aux abreuvoirs ;
La lune, sortant des nuages noirs,
Semble une clarté qui vient par surprise.
