Morning poems
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Moon-Struck
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
IT is a moor
Barren and treeless; lying high and bare
Beneath the archèd sky. The rushing winds
Fly over it, each with his strong bow bent
And quiver full of whistling arrows keen.
Probatur Aliter
© Jonathan Swift
A long-ear'd beast, a bird that prates,
The bridegrooms' first gift to their mates,
Is by all pious Christians thought,
In clergymen the greatest fault.[2]
To Tochterchen: On Her Birthday
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
As one doth touch a flower wherein the dew
Trembles to fall, as one unplaits the ply
As On A Holiday
© Friedrich Hölderlin
As on a holiday, when a farmer
Goes out to look at his fields, in the morning,
Early in the Morning by Li-Young Lee: American Life in Poetry #77 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 200
© Ted Kooser
She sits at the foot of the bed.
My father watches, listens for
the music of comb
against hair.
Now The Day Is Over
© Sabine Baring-Gould
Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
The Cross Roads; Or, The Haymaker's Story
© John Clare
The maids, impatient now old Goody ceased,
As restless children from the school released,
Right gladly proving, what she'd just foretold,
That young ones' stories were preferred to old,
Turn to the whisperings of their former joy,
That oft deceive, but very rarely cloy.
Nauhaught, The Deacon
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NAUHAUGHT, the Indian deacon, who of old
Dwelt, poor but blameless, where his narrowing Cape
The Princess: A Medley: Come down, O Maid
© Alfred Tennyson
Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height:
What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang)
Meditations of a Hindu Prince
© Alfred Comyn Lyall
ALL the world over, I wonder, in lands that I never have trod,
Are the people eternally seeking for the signs and steps of a God?
Hope
© William Cowper
Ask what is human life -- the sage replies,
With disappointment lowering in his eyes,
The Little Left Hand - Act II
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Lady Marian. Send
For others then. I see a girl at the street's end
Selling some mignonette. What do you say?
(Putting on a bow.) This bow,
Is it too bright for the rest?
Little Moozoo-May
© George Ade
The rose of June can feel no sorrow,
It never droops or says " Ah me! "
David And Goliath. A Sacred Drama
© Hannah More
Great Lord of all things! Power divine!
Breathe on this erring heart of mine
Thy grace serene and pure:
Defend my frail, my erring youth,
And teach me this important truth--
The humble are secure!
A Photographic Failure
© Carolyn Wells
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle
Saw a patient Periwinkle
With a kodak, sitting idly by a rill.
Feeling a desire awaken
For to have his picture taken,
Mr. Hezekiah Hinkle stood stock-still.
The Revolt Of Islam: Canto I-XII
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is no danger to a man, that knows
What life and death is: there's not any law
Exceeds his knowledge; neither is it lawful
That he should stoop to any other law.
-Chapman.
