Music poems

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The Kalevala - Rune XXIII

© Elias Lönnrot

OSMOTAR THE BRIDE-ADVISER


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Ode To Sleep

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

With a gray fleetness, moaning the dead day;
The wings of Silence overfolding space,
Droop with dusk grandeur from the heavenly steep,
And through the stillness gleams thy starry face,
Serenest Angel--Sleep!

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Pastoral Stanzas

© Mary Darby Robinson

WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill,
And the mist dies away at the glances of morn;
When the birds join the music that floats on the rill,
And the beauties of spring the young woodlands adorn.

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Ode to the Muse

© Mary Darby Robinson

But, if thy magic pow'rs impart
One soft sensation to the heart,
If thy warm precepts can dispense
One thrilling transport o'er my sense;
Oh! keep thy gifts, and let me fly,
In APATHY's cold arms to die.

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Anactoria

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

MY LIFE is bitter with thy love; thine eyes

Blind me, thy tresses burn me, thy sharp sighs

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Ode to Eloquence

© Mary Darby Robinson

Oft, by thy thrilling voice subdued,
The meagre fiend INGRATITUDE
Her treach'rous fang conceals;
Pale ENVY hides her forked sting;
And CALUMNY, beneath the wing
Of dark oblivion steals.

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Ode to Della Crusca

© Mary Darby Robinson

ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre?
Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song
Revibrates on the heart
With magic thrilling touch,

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Spring Night

© Bliss William Carman

IN the wondrous star-sown night,
In the first sweet warmth of spring,
I lie awake and listen
To hear the glad earth sing.

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At The Grave Of Charles Lamb, In Edmonton

© William Watson

Not here, O teeming City, was it meet

  Thy lover, thy most faithful, should repose,

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January, 1795

© Mary Darby Robinson

Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing,
Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
Titled gluttons dainties carving,
Genius in a garret starving.

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Elegy to the Memory of Richard Boyle, Esq.

© Mary Darby Robinson

NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height,
That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave;
By the pale Crescent's glimm'ring light,
I sought LORENZO's lonely grave.

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Loud Music

© Stephen Dobyns

My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.
You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so

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The Piano-Organ

© Amy Levy

My student-lamp is lighted,
The books and papers are spread;
A sound comes floating upwards,
Chasing the thoughts from my head.

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Alnwick Castle

© Fitz-Greene Halleck

From royal Berwick's beach of sand,
From Wooller, Morpeth, Hexham, and
Newcastle-upon-Tyne.

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Sinfonia Eroica

© Amy Levy

(To Sylvia.)
My Love, my Love, it was a day in June,
A mellow, drowsy, golden afternoon;
And all the eager people thronging came

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Ralph to Mary

© Amy Levy

Love, you have led me to the strand,
Here, where the stilly, sunset sea,
Ever receding silently,
Lays bare a shining stretch of sand;

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A Wall Flower

© Amy Levy


My spirit rises to the music's beat;
There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!
To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.

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A Minor Poet

© Amy Levy

"What should such fellows as I do,
Crawling between earth and heaven?"
Here is the phial; here I turn the key
Sharp in the lock. Click!--there's no doubt it turned.

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A June-Tide Echo

© Amy Levy


In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey,
And the keen blast blew through the city drear,
When delight had fled from the night and the day,
My chill heart whispered, " June will be here!