Morning poems
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Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
A Winter Evening
© Alexander Pushkin
Sable clouds by tempest driven,
Snowflakes whirling in the gales,
The Homestead
© Bliss William Carman
HERE we came when love was young.
Now that love is old,
Shall we leave the floor unswept
And the hearth acold?
The Smiling Listener
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to say
That a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;
You could stand a faint smile, you could manage a sigh,
But you value your ribs, and you don't want to cry.
The Lovers Morning Salute To His Mistress
© Robert Burns
Sleep'st thou, or wakst thou, fairest creature?
Rosy morn now lifts his eye,
Numbering ilka bud which Nature
Waters wi the tears o joy.
Love-Trilogy
© Mathilde Blind
I.
SHE stood against the Orient sun,
Her face inscrutable for light;
A myriad larks in unison
Sang o'er her, soaring out of sight.
The Waterwitch
© Anonymous
A neat little packet from Hobart set sail,
For to cruise round the westard amongst the sperm whale;
Cruising the westard where the stormy winds blow,
Bound away in the Waterwitch to the westard well go.
The Sky-Lark
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
THE Sky-lark, when the dews of morn
Hang tremulous on flower and thorn,
And violets round his nest exhale
Their fragrance on the early gale,
To the first sunbeam spreads his wings,
Buoyant with joy, and soars, and sings.
A Wrangdillion
© James Whitcomb Riley
Dexery-tethery! down in the dike,
Under the ooze and the slime,
Sir Hornbook
© Thomas Love Peacock
O'er bush and briar Childe Launcelot sprung
With ardent hopes elate,
And loudly blew the horn that hung
Before Sir Hornbook's gate.
The Pageant
© John Greenleaf Whittier
A sound as if from bells of silver,
Or elfin cymbals smitten clear,
Through the frost-pictured panes I hear.
This Morning
© Raymond Carver
This morning was something. A little snow
lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear
I Once Knew A Woman
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Well now I once knew a woman listen while I tell you all about her yeah
And the first time I seen her I knew I couldn't live without her
Well now she swore she'd love me all her life and I knew I'd do the same
God damn but I don't even remember her name I don't remember her name
Moses On The Nile
© Victor Marie Hugo
"Sisters! the wave is freshest in the ray
Of the young morning; the reapers are asleep;
War And PeaceA Poem
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Thou, whose lov'd presence and benignant smile
Has beam'd effulgence on this favour'd isle;
Thou! the fair seraph, in immortal state,
Thron'd on the rainbow, heaven's emblazon'd gate;
Thou! whose mild whispers in the summer-breeze
Control the storm, and undulate the seas;
The Nurse-Life Wheat
© Fulke Greville
THE nurse-life wheat, within his green husk growing,
Flatters our hope and tickles our desire,
Nature's true riches in sweet beauties showing,
Which set all hearts with lobor's love on fire.
The Bell-Founder Part I - Labour And Hope
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
In that land where the heaven-tinted pencil giveth shape to the
splendour of dreams,
Near Florence, the fairest of cities, and Arno, the sweetest of streams,
'Neath those hills whence the race of the Geraldine wandered in ages
Another Bit And An Offer
© Ezra Pound
I see by the morning papers
That America's sturdy sons
Have started a investigation
Of the making of guns.
