Morning poems
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London Snow
© Robert Seymour Bridges
When men were all asleep the snow came flying, In large white flakes falling on the city brown,
Stealthily and perpetually settling and loosely lying,
Esse Quam Videri
© Charles Mackay
The knightly legend on thy shield betrays
The moral of thy life; a forecast wise,
Go Away, Death!
© Alfred Austin
Go away, Death!
You have come too soon.
To sunshine and song I but just awaken,
And the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken;
Come back at noon.
Lars
© Celia Thaxter
"Tell us a story of these Isles," they said,
The daughters of the West, whose eyes had seen
For the first time the circling sea, instead
Of the blown prairie's waves of grassy green:
Adventurers
© Lesbia Harford
This morning I got up before the sun
Had seized the hill,
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one
In sleep laid still.
The Prioresss Tale [from Chaucer]
© William Wordsworth
"Call up him who left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold."
I
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
"Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish"
© Lesbia Harford
Last night, in a dream, I felt the peculiar anguish
Known to me of old;
And there passed me, not much changed, my earliest lover,
Smiling, suffering, cold.
"Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies"
© Alfred Austin
Look up, desponding hearts! See, Morning sallies
From out her tents behind the screening hill,
"A young Levite among priests"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
A young Levite among priests,
He remained long on morning watch.
Jewish night grew thick around him,
The ruined temple was solemnly being raised.
Watching The Crows
© Henry Lawson
A BUSHMAN got lost in a scrub in the North,
And all the long morning the searchers went forth.
They swore at the rain that had washed out the tracks
And left not a trace for the eyes of the blacks;
But, trusting the signs that the blackfellow knows,
A quiet old darkey stood watching the crows.
Yaddo : The Grand Manor
© Sylvia Plath
Woodsmoke and a distant loudspeaker
Filter into this clear
Air, and blur.
To The Queen
© Alfred Tennyson
O loyal to the royal in thyself,
And loyal to thy land, as this to thee-
The Song Of Hiawatha IX: Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Parisina
© George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
