Music poems
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The Rush-Bearing At Ambleside
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
SUMMER is come, with her leaves and her flowers
Summer is come, with the sun on her hours;
The lark in the clouds, and the thrush on the bough,
And the dove in the thicket, make melody now.
The noon is abroad, but the shadows are cool
Where the green rushes grow in the dark forest pool.
The Comedian As The Letter C: 04 - The Idea Of A Colony
© Wallace Stevens
Trinket pasticcio, flaunting skyey sheets,
With Crispin as the tiptoe cozener?
No, no: veracious page on page, exact.
Hymn To Mercury
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER.
I.
Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove,
The Herald-child, king of Arcadia
Westward
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I found my Love among the fern. She slept.
My shadow stole across her, as I stept
More lightly and slowly, seeing her pillowed so
In the short--turfed and shelving green hollow
The Farmer's Boy - Spring
© Robert Bloomfield
Down, indignation! hence, ideas foul!
Away the shocking image from my soul!
Let kindlier visitants attend my way,
Beneath approaching _Summer's_ fervid ray;
Nor thankless glooms obtrude, nor cares annoy,
Whilst the sweet theme is _universal joy_.
Sea-Shore Memories
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great Sun!
While we bask-we two together.
From the Medea of Euripides
© Samuel Johnson
The rites derived from ancient days
With thoughtless reverence we praise,
My Winter Rose
© Alfred Austin
Why did you come when the trees were bare?
Why did you come with the wintry air?
When the faint note dies in the robin's throat,
And the gables drip and the white flakes float?
Fragment. Welcome Joy, And Welcome Sorrow
© John Keats
"Under the flag
Of each his faction, they to battle bring
Their embryo atoms." ~ Milton.
Tu Voz Profetica
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Juran por Cristo, venerables dueñas,
De quien llora en el vientre de la madre
Conoce del futuro; tú gemiste
Antes de que nacieras, y por eso
Tus artes de gitana me iluminan
En los discursos de tu voz profética.
Chorus Of Fire
© Robert Wadsworth Lowry
O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
To summon Gods saints to the glorified throng.
The Tent On The Beach
© John Greenleaf Whittier
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--
Too light perhaps for serious years, though born
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The First
© Mark Akenside
With what attractive charms this goodly frame
Of nature touches the consenting hearts
The Judgement of Hercules
© William Shenstone
Wrapp'd in a pleased suspense, the youth survey'd
The various charms of each attractive maid:
Alternate each he view'd, and each admired,
And found, alternate, varying flames inspired:
Quick o'er their forms his eyes with pleasure ran,
When she, who first approach'd him, first began:-
To Fancy
© Thomas Hood
Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,
Won by the mind's high magic to its hest
Invisible embassy, or secret guest,
Weighing the light air on a lighter wing;
