Music poems
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The Shepheardes Calender: November
© Edmund Spenser
November: Ægloga vndecima. Thenot & Colin.
Thenot.
Colin my deare, when shall it please thee sing,
As thou were
Darzee's Chaunt
© Rudyard Kipling
Singer and tailor am I-
Doubled the joys that I know-
Proud of my lilt to the sky,
Proud of the house that I sew-
Over and under, so weave I my music-so weave I the house that
I sew.
The Night-Wind
© Emily Jane Brontë
In summer's mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window,
And rose-trees wet with dew.
Cafes In Damascus
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
LANGUIDLY the night-wind bloweth
From the gardens round,
Where the clear Barrada floweth
With a lulling sound.
To R. - at Anzac
© Aubrey Herbert
You left your vineyards, dreaming of the vines in a dream land
And dim Italian cities where high cathedrals stand.
At Anzac in the evening, so many things we planned,
And now you sleep with comrades in the Anafarta sand.
Hidden Harmony
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
THE thoughts in me are very calm and high
That think upon your love: yet by your leave
Absence
© William Lisle Bowles
There is strange music in the stirring wind,
When lowers the autumnal eve, and all alone
Stanzas Written In My Pocket Copy Of Thomsons "Castle Of Indolence"
© William Wordsworth
WITHIN our happy Castle there dwelt One
Whom without blame I may not overlook;
For never sun on living creature shone
Who more devout enjoyment with us took:
He fumbles at your spirit
© Emily Dickinson
He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Ode to Superstition
© Samuel Rogers
I. 1.
Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
Thy chain of adamant can bind
That little world, the human mind,
Kubla Khan: Or, A Vision In A Dream. A Fragment
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
The Great Beech
© Norman Rowland Gale
With heart disposed to memory, let me stand
Near this monarch and this minstrel of the land,
Now that Dian leans so lovely from her car.
Illusively brought near by seeming falsely far,
In yon illustrious summit sways the tangled evening star.
The Dream
© Caroline Hayward
He sees it all - and a secret pang,
Through that all unconquered spirit rang,
And I turned to look on the conqueror dread,
I woke, 'twas a dream, and the vision fled.
Waiting
© Madison Julius Cawein
Come to the hills, the woods are green--
_The heart is high when_ LOVE _is sweet_--
There is a brook that flows between
Two mossy trees where we can meet,
Where we can meet and speak unseen.
The Muses Threnodie: Fifth Muse
© Henry Adamson
Yet bold attempt and dangerous, said I,
Upon these kinde of men such chance to try,
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 08:
© Conrad Aiken
Well,it was two days after my husband died
Two days! And the earth still raw above him.
Dirge For Two Veterans
© Walt Whitman
THE last sunbeam
Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath,
On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking,
Down a new-made double grave.
After-Life
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
O BOON and curse in one this ceaseless need
Of looking still behind us and before!
Gift to the soul of eyes that cannot read
Life's open book of cabalistic lore;
