Music poems
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To Poesy
© Charles Harpur
Ah, misery! what were then my lot
Amongst a race of unbelievers
Sordid men who all declare
That earthly gain alone is fair,
And they who pore on bardic lore
Deceived deceivers.
Bayswater.W.
© Arthur Henry Adams
About me leagues of houses lie,
Above me, grim and straight and high,
They climb; the terraces lean up
Like long grey reefs against the sky.
The Young Princess -- A Ballad Of Old Laws Of Love
© George Meredith
When the South sang like a nightingale
Above a bower in May,
The training of Love's vine of flame
Was writ in laws, for lord and dame
To say their yea and nay.
Lines Written In August
© Thomas Babbington Macaulay
The day of tumult, strife, defeat, was o'er;
Worn out with toil, and noise, and scorn, and spleen,
I slumbered, and in slumber saw once more
A room in an old mansion, long unseen.
Repining
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'
Renewed
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WELCOME, rippling sunshine!
Welcome, joyous air!
Like a demon shadow
Flies the gaunt despair!
Temptation
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I done got 'uligion, honey, an' I 's happy ez a king;
Evahthing I see erbout me 's jes' lak sunshine in de spring;
An' it seems lak I do' want to do anothah blessid thing
But jes' run an' tell de neighbours, an' to shout an' pray an' sing.
True Love.
© Robert Crawford
It is the very tune of hearts, and rhythms
To all occasions truly musical.
He sticks as fast to her each whim as does
The scarabaeus to its curious ball,
The Sundial
© Thomas Love Peacock
The ivy o'er the mouldering wall
Spreads like a tree, the growth of years:
A Dream Of Long Ago
© James Whitcomb Riley
Lying listless in the mosses
Underneath a tree that tosses
Adam: A Sacred Drama. Act 5.
© William Cowper
Adam. Restrain, restrain thy step
Whoe'er thou art, nor with thy songs inveigle
Him, who has only cause for ceaseless tears.
Pauline
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
To die for what we love! Oh! there is power
In the true heart, and pride, and joy, for this;
It is to live without the vanish'd light
That strength is needed. -Anon
Upon The Translation Of The Psalms By Sir Philip Sidney And The Countess Of Pembroke, His Sister
© John Donne
ETERNAL Godfor whom who ever dare
Seek new expressions, do the circle square,
At Nightfall
© Frederick George Scott
O little hands, long vanished in the night-
Sweet fairy hands that were my treasure here-
Among the Hills
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Through Sandwich notch the west-wind sang
Good morrow to the cotter;
And once again Chocoruas horn
Of shadow pierced the water.
Dawn
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
O KEEP the world forever at the dawn,
Ere yet the opals, cobweb-strung, have dried,
Winter Stars
© Larry Levis
Sometimes, I go out into this yard at night,
And stare through the wet branches of an oak
In winter, & realize I am looking at the stars
Again. A thin haze of them, shining
And persisting.
