Music poems
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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf XXI. -- King Olaf's Deat
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All day has the battle raged,
All day have the ships engaged,
But not yet is assuaged
The vengeance of Eric the Earl.
The Young Friar
© Alfred Noyes
When leaves broke out on the wild briar,
And bells for matins rung,
Sorrow came to the old friar
Hundreds of years ago it was!
And May came to the young.
The Cageing Of Ares
© George Meredith
[Iliad, v. V. 385--Dedicated to the Council at The Hague.]
How big of breast our Mother Gaea laughed
Blue Water
© John Gould Fletcher
Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
Lines Composed In A Concert-Room
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Nor cold nor stern my soul! Yet I detest
These scented rooms, where to a gaudy throug,
Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast
In intricacies of laborious song.
The Lumbermen
© John Greenleaf Whittier
WILDLY round our woodland quarters
Sad-voiced Autumn grieves;
Thickly down these swelling waters
Float his fallen leaves.
Beloved Name
© Victor Marie Hugo
The lily's perfume pure, fame's crown of light,
The latest murmur of departing day,
Fond friendship's plaint, that melts at piteous sight,
The mystic farewell of each hour at flight,
The kiss which beauty grants with coy delay,--
To A Lady Playing The Cithern
© James Russell Lowell
So dreamy-soft the notes, so far away
They seem to fall, the horns of Oberon
Wattle And Myrtle
© James Lister Cuthbertson
GOLD of the tangled wilderness of wattle,
Break in the lone green hollows of the hills,
The Dunciad: Book I.
© Alexander Pope
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings
The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings,
A Paraphrase On The Latter Part Of The Sixth Chapter Of St Matthew
© James Thomson
When my breast labours with oppressive care,
And o'er my cheek descends the falling tear:
Harry (Engaged To Be Married) To Charley (Who Is Not)
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
To all my fond rhapsodies, Charley,
You have wearily listened, I fear;
After The Play
© Robert Graves
Ay, father I have.
A fourpence on cakes, two pennies that away
To a beggar I gave.
Ode VI: To William Hall, Esquire: With The Works Of Chaulieu
© Mark Akenside
I.
Attend to Chaulieu's wanton lyre;
From 'The Temple'
© Virna Sheard
HERE is the perfume of the leaves, the incense of the pines
The magic scent that hath been pent
Within the tangled vines:
No censer filled with spices rare
E'er swung such sweetness on the air.
The Task: Book III. -- The Garden
© William Cowper
As one who, long in thickets and in brakes
Entangled, winds now this way and now that
John Dunmore Lang
© Henry Kendall
The song that is last of the many
Whose music is full of thy name,
To Mr. Addison on His Opera of Rosamond
© Thomas Tickell
__ Ne fortè pudori
Sit tibi Musa lyræ solers, & cantor Apollo.
Songs Set To Music: 28. Nelly.
© Matthew Prior
Whilst others proclaim
This nymph or that swain,
Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing:
She shall grace every verse,
I'll her beauties rehearse,
Which lovers can't think an ill thing.
Asphalt
© Conrad Aiken
Light your cigarette, then, in this shadow,
And talk to her, your arm engaged with hers.
Heavily over your heads the eaten maple
In the dead air of August strains and stirs.
