Pet poems
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I. W. To her Unconstant Lover
© Isabella Whitney
As close as you your wedding kept, yet now the truth I hear,Which you (ere now) might me have told -- what need you nay to swear?
America
© Whitfield James Monroe
America , it is to thee,Thou boasted land of liberty, --It is to thee I raise my song,Thou land of blood, and crime, and wrong
At the Window
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
How thick about the window of my life Buzz insect-like the tribe of petty frets:Small cares, small thoughts, small trials, and small strife, Small loves and hates, small hopes and small regrets.
Viroconium
© Webb Mary
Virocon -- Virocon --Still the ancient name rings onAnd brings, in the untrampled wheat,The tumult of a thousand feet.
Locksley Hall Sixty Years After
© Alfred Tennyson
Late, my grandson! half the morning have I paced these sandy tracts,Watch'd again the hollow ridges roaring into cataracts,
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII [all 133 poems]
© Alfred Tennyson
[Preface] Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace,Believing where we cannot prove;
Missing -- Believed Killed: On reading a Mother's letter
© Studdert Kennedy Geoffrey Anketell
'Twere heaven enough to fill my heart If only one would stay,Just one of all the million joys God gives to take away.
The Girl from Zlot
© Stallworthy Jon
Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle embowers The Lady of Shalott.
Astrophel and Stella: 15
© Sir Philip Sidney
You that do search for euerie purling spring,Which form the ribs of old Parnassus flowes,And euery flowre not sweet perhaps, which growesNeare there-abouts, into your Poesie wring
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now
© William Shakespeare
Then hate me when thou wilt, if ever, now,Now while the world is bent my deeds to cross,Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow,And do not drop in for an after loss
Macbeth (excerpts): Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
© William Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death
To Julia under Lock and Key
© Seaman Owen
[A form of betrothal gift in America is an anklet securedby a padlock, of which the other party keeps the key.]
To Julia in Shooting Togs
© Seaman Owen
Whenas to shoot my Julia goes,Then, then, (methinks) how bravely showsThat rare arrangement of her clothes!
Flight into Reality
© Rowley Rosemarie
Dedicated to the memory of my best friend Georgina, (1942-74)and to her husband Alex Burns and their childrenNulles laides amours ne belles prison -Lord Herbert of Cherbury
A Poem
© Majeed Amjad
On a heap of squalid unscrubbed pans
immersed in simmering scalding water
the toiling sweating hands do seek
the blessed home
for ages they have thought and dreamed.
Les Effarés
© Arthur Rimbaud
Noirs dans la neige et dans la brume,Au grand soupirail qui s'allume, Leurs culs en rond,
Le Dormeur du val
© Arthur Rimbaud
C'est un trou de verdure où chante une rivièreAccrochant follement aux herbes des haillonsD'argent; où le soleil, de la montagne fière,Luit: c'est un petit val qui mousse de rayons
White Flock
© Anna Akhmatova
Copyright Anna Akhmatova
Copyright English translation by Ilya Shambat (ilya_shambat@yahoo.com)
Origin: http://www.geocities.com/ilya_shambat/akhmatova.html
