Morning poems
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The Zonnebeke Road
© Edmund Blunden
Morning, if this late withered light can claim
Some kindred with that merry flame
Thirty-Eight
© Charlotte Turner Smith
ADDRESSED TO MRS. H------Y.
IN early youth's unclouded scene,
The brilliant morning of eighteen,
With health and sprightly joy elate
Written After Leaving West Point
© Frances Anne Kemble
The hours are past, love,
Oh, fled they not too fast, love!
Those happy hours, when down the mountain-side,
We saw the rosy mists of morning glide,
On Mr. G. Herbert's Book, Entitled The Temple : Sacred Poems
© Richard Crashaw
Know you, fair, on what you look ?
Divinest love lies in this book,
The Mistress Of Vision
© Francis Thompson
Secret was the garden;
Set i' the pathless awe
Where no star its breath can draw.
Life, that is its warden,
Sits behind the fosse of death. Mine eyes saw not,
and I saw.
The Lark Ascending
© George Meredith
He rises and begins to round,
He drops the silver chain of sound
The Miller's Maid
© Robert Bloomfield
Near the high road upon a winding stream
An honest Miller rose to Wealth and Fame:
The noblest Virtues cheer'd his lengthen'd days,
And all the Country echo'd with his praise:
His Wife, the Doctress of the neighb'ring Poor,
Drew constant pray'rs and blessings round his door.
Human Life
© Samuel Rogers
An hour like this is worth a thousand passed
In pomp or ease - 'Tis present to the last!
Years glide away untold - 'Tis still the same!
As fresh, as fair as on the day it came!
A Nuptial Eve
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
The murmur of the mourning ghost
That keeps the shadowy kine,
'Oh, Keith of Ravelston,
The sorrows of thy line!'
Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us
© William Ernest Henley
Blithe dreams arise to greet us,
And life feels clean and new,
Thespis: Act II
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury
Fulfilment
© James Brunton Stephens
We cried, " How long ! " We sighed, " Not yet; "
And still with faces dawnward set
" Prepare the way," said each to each,
Pictures On Enamel
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
When Astraled was lying, like to die
Of love's green sickness, all his bed was strown
With buds of crocus and anemone,
For other flowers yet were barely none,
Altiora Peto
© George Essex Evans
To each there came the passion and the fire,
The breadth of vision and the sudden light,
And for a moment on an earthly lyre
Quivered a tremor of the Infinite;
Yet to each poet of that deep-browed throng
Twas but the shadow of Immortal Song.
At Long Bay
© Henry Kendall
FIVE years ago! you cannot choose
But know the face of change,
Though July sleeps and Spring renews
The gloss in gorge and range.
Moonrise
© Govinda Krishna Chettur
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the
morning:
The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the
candle,
Or paring of paradisaical fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless,
Stepped from the stool, drew back from the barrow, of dark Maenefa the mountain;
An Evening Dream
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
I'm leaning where you loved to lean in eventides of old,
The sun has sunk an hour ago behind the treeless wold,
