Morning poems
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Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter III
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How long they sat thus silent who shall say?
Griselda knew not. Time was far away;
She wanted courage to prepare her heart
For that last bitterest word of all, ``We part.''
And he cared naught for time. His Heaven was there,
Nor needed thought, nor speech, nor even prayer.
Vigil
© Katharine Tynan
At night, when all the house is still,
Wide-waked the chairs and tables come
And yawn and stretch their limbs until
The maids appear with pan and broom.
The Nobleman's Wedding
© William Allingham
I once was a guest at a Nobleman's wedding;
Fair was the Bride, but she scarce had been kind,
And now in our mirth, she had tears nigh the shedding
Her former true lover still runs in her mind.
Tekel
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN on the West broke light from out the East,
Then from the splendour and the shame of Rome--
The Irish Emigrants Mother
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
"Oh! come, my mother, come away, across the sea-green water;
Oh! come with me, and come with him, the husband of thy daughter;
Oh! come with us, and come with them, the sister and the brother,
Who, prattling climb thy ag'ed knees, and call thy daughter-mother.
Excerpt "Goldilocks and the Three Bears"
© Roald Dahl
"This famous wicked little tale
Should never have been put on sale
It is a mystery to me
Why loving parents cannot see
That this is actually a book
About a brazen little crook..."
Edith: A Tale Of The Woods
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Thou'rt passing from the lake's green side,
And the hunter's hearth away;
For the time of flowers, for the summer's pride,
Daughter! thou canst not stay.
Thule
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Random rock
And the stain of the rain,
Smell of bracken,
The windy moor
And the wild cloud,
The Scotch Ballad
© Helen Maria Williams
Ah, EVAN, by thy winding stream
How once I lov'd to stray,
And view the morning's redd'ning beam,
Or charm of closing day!
Hang the Man Who Works
© Anonymous
Come listen to my ditty, come listen to me hum,
While I relate a verse or two of the professional bum
Who travels the north, likewise the south, likewise the east and west,
Humming his chuck wherever he goes, and hanging the man who works.
My Namesake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
You scarcely need my tardy thanks,
Who, self-rewarded, nurse and tend--
A green leaf on your own Green Banks--
The memory of your friend.
The Great Titanic
© Anonymous
It was on one Monday morning just about one o'clock
When that great Titanic began to reel and rock;
People began to scream and cry,
Saying, "Lord, am I going to die?"
The Clock of The Universe
© George MacDonald
A clock aeonian, steady and tall,
With its back to creation's flaming wall,
De Habitant
© Aristotle
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever
Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc
Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it
An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent.
Ode To Happiness
© James Russell Lowell
Spirit, that rarely comest now
And only to contrast my gloom,
In After Days
© Henry Austin Dobson
IN after days when grasses high
O'er-top the stone where I shall lie,
Though ill or well the world adjust
My slender claim to honour'd dust,
I shall not question nor reply.
Christmas Creek
© Henry Kendall
Phantom streams were in the distance - mocking lights of lake and pool -
Ghosts of trees of soft green lustre - groves of shadows deep and cool!
