Morning poems
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Paradise Lost : Book IX.
© John Milton
No more of talk where God or Angel guest
With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
Within and Without: Part II: A Dramatic Poem
© George MacDonald
Julian.
Hm! ah! I see.
What kind of man is this Nembroni, nurse?
Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
To W. Hohenzollern, On Discontinuing The Conning Tower
© Franklin Pierce Adams
William, it was, I think, three years ago-
As I recall, one cool October morning-
(You have The Tribune files; I think they'll show
I gave you warning).
The Battle Eve Of The Irish Brigade
© Thomas Osborne Davis
THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
Honey-Suckles.
© Robert Crawford
The sweet dew in the honey-suckle flowers
Tastes of the morning; to Love's palate still
Are tender thoughts so all-delicious too.
The Epiphany
© John Keble
Star of the East, how sweet art Thou,
Seen in life's early morning sky,
Ere yet a cloud has dimmed the brow,
While yet we gaze with childish eye;
From A Lost Anthology
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
IN A STRANGE LAND.
By an unnamed river-anchorage have we raised a shrine to Apollo. If these strange winds cool the grass where he sleeps, we know not, nor if he will hear us. But round about grows the dark laurel, and here also the young oak fattens her acorns against the end of the wheat-harvest.
Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts
© Hannah More
There was a young and valiant Knight,
Sir Eldred was his name;
And never did a worthier wight
The rank of knighthood claim.
Litany
© William Taylor Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine…
-Jacques Crickillon
Lamia. Part I
© John Keats
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
A Christmas Eve Choral
© Bliss William Carman
Halleluja!
What sound is this across the dark
While all the earth is sleeping? Hark!
Halleluja! Halleluja! Halleluja!
Little Mouse
© William Henry Drummond
An' it 's new cariole too, is come from St.
Felix
Jo-seph 's only buyin' it week before,
An' w'en he is passin' de road wit' hees trotter
Ev'ry body was stan' on de outside door.
Love's Empery
© Charles Mair
O Love, if those clear faithful eyes of thine
Were ever turned away there then should be
Awakening
© Edward Dowden
With brain oerworn, with heart a summer clod,
With eye so practised in each form around,
William Bede Dalley
© Henry Kendall
The clear, bright atmosphere through which he looks
Is one by no dim, close horizon bound;
The power shed as flame from noble books
Hath made for him a larger world around.
Magpie
© James Phillip McAuley
The magpie's mood is never surly
every morning, wakening early,
he gargles music in his throat,
the liquid squabble of his throat.
Book Seventh [Residence in London]
© William Wordsworth
Returned from that excursion, soon I bade
Farewell for ever to the sheltered seats
Of gowned students, quitted hall and bower,
And every comfort of that privileged ground,
Well pleased to pitch a vagrant tent among
The unfenced regions of society.
