Morning poems
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A Pageant of Elizabeth
© Rudyard Kipling
Now Valour, Youth, and Life's delight break forth
In flames of wondrous deed, and thought sublime--
Lightly to mould new worlds or lightly loose
Words that shall shake and shape all after-time!
Come to Me, Sunbeam! I'm Dying
© Henry Clay Work
Come to me, Sunbeam! I'm dying
Uncared for, distress'd and alone.
Natural Philosophy
© William Henry Drummond
Very offen I be t'inkin' of de queer folk goin' roun',
And way dey kip a-talkin' of de hard tam get along--
Queen Mab: Part VIII.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
THE FAIRY
'The present and the past thou hast beheld.
It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn,
The secrets of the future--Time!
Polyhymnia
© George Peele
Therefore, when thirtie two were come and gone,
Years of her raigne, daies of her countries peace,
Elizabeth great Empresse of the world,
Britanias Atlas, Star of Englands globe,
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!
Spring Song
© Bliss William Carman
Like a whim of Grieg's or Gounod's,
This same self, bird, bud, or Bluenose,
Some day I may capture (Who knows?)
Just the one last joy I lack,
Waking to the far new summons,
When the old spring winds come back.
Sunday Morning Bells
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
FROM the near city comes the clang of bells:
Their hundred jarring diverse tones combine
In one faint misty harmony, as fine
As the soft note yon winter robin swells.--
Marguerite
© John Greenleaf Whittier
What to her was the song of the robin, or warm
morning light,
As she lay in the trance of the dying, heedless of
sound or sight?
Australia's Forgotten Flag
© Henry Lawson
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,
With the bright stars shining through,
A November Sketch
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet,
And the worm-fence's straggling length,
Smote by the morning's slanted strength,
Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet.
Elegy For Poe With The Music Of A Carnival Inside It
© Larry Levis
There is this sunny place where I imagine him.
A park on a hill whose grass wants to turn
Into dust, & would do so if it weren't
For the rain, & the fact that it is only grass
A Chord Of Colour
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
My Lady clad herself in grey,
That caught and clung about her throat;
Monody On Henry Headley
© William Lisle Bowles
To every gentle Muse in vain allied,
In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died!
The Australian Emigrant
© Henry Kendall
How dazzling the sunbeams awoke on the spray,
When Australia first rose in the distance away,
Lines, Written In The Memory Of Elizabeth Smith
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Daughter of heav'n! if here, e'en here,
The wing of tow'ring thought was thine;
If, on this dim and mundane sphere,
Fair truth illum'd thy bright career,
With morning-star divine;
Idyl
© Emma Lazarus
The swallows made twitter incessant,
The thrushes were wild with their mirth.
The ways and the woods were made pleasant,
And the flowering nooks of the earth.
Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side
© Benjamin Tompson
But may a Rural Pen try to set forth
Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth
