Pet poems
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Gulliver
© Sylvia Plath
Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
96. The Inventory
© Robert Burns
SIR, as your mandate did request,
I send you here a faithfu list,
O gudes an gear, an a my graith,
To which Im clear to gie my aith.
Blossom Of Life.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SO now she lies silent and sweet
With white flowers at her head and feet,
And she, the fairest flower, between.
The bud that with her bosom's swell
Sonnet XIV. From Petrarch
© Charlotte Turner Smith
LOOSE to the wind her golden tresses stream'd,
Forming bright waves with amorous Zephyr's sighs;
And though averted now, her charming eyes
Then with warm love, and melting pity beam'd,
185. The Humble Petition of Bruar Water
© Robert Burns
MY lord, I know your noble ear
Woe neer assails in vain;
Emboldend thus, I beg youll hear
Your humble slave complain,
Choses du soir
© Victor Marie Hugo
Le brouillard est froid, la bruyère est grise ;
Les troupeaux de boeufs vont aux abreuvoirs ;
La lune, sortant des nuages noirs,
Semble une clarté qui vient par surprise.
55. The Twa Herds; or, The Holy Tulyie
© Robert Burns
Then Shaws an Drymples eloquence,
MGills close nervous excellence
MQuhaes pathetic manly sense,
An guid MMath,
Wi Smith, wha thro the heart can glance,
May a pack aff.
113. A Dedication to Gavin Hamilton, Esq.
© Robert Burns
The Poet, some guid angel help him,
Or else, I fear, some ill ane skelp him!
He may do weel for a hes done yet,
But onlyhes no just begun yet.
Elle sait que l'attente est un cruel supplice
© François Coppée
Elle sait que l'attente est un cruel supplice,
Qu'il doit souffrir déjà, qu'il faut qu'elle accomplisse
Le serment qu'elle a fait d'être là, vers midi.
Mais, parmi les parfums du boudoir attiédi,
Dawlish Fair
© John Keats
Here's somebody coming, here's somebody coming!
Says I 'tis the wind at a parley;
So without any fuss any hawing and humming
She lay on the grass debonairly.
A Mother In Egypt
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."
The One Whose Reproach I Cannot Evade
© George Hitchcock
She sits in her glass garden
and awaits the guests -
The sailor with the blue tangerines
the fish clothed in languages
the dolphin with a revolver in its teeth.
88. The Authors Earnest Cry and Prayer
© Robert Burns
Scotland, my auld, respected mither!
Tho whiles ye moistify your leather,
Till, whare ye sit on craps o heather,
Ye tine your dam;
Freedom an whisky gang thegither!
Take aff your dram!
116. On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies
© Robert Burns
Farewell, my rhyme-composing billie!
Your native soil was right ill-willie;
But may ye flourish like a lily,
Now bonilie!
Ill toast you in my hindmost gillie,
Tho owre the sea!
27. The Death and Dying Words of Poor Mailie
© Robert Burns
O thou, whase lamentable face
Appears to mourn my woefu case!
My dying words attentive hear,
An bear them to my Master dear.
Mignon
© Madison Julius Cawein
Oh, Mignon's mouth is like a rose,
A red, red rose, that half uncurls
For Four Guilds: III. The Stone-Masons
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
We have graven the mountain of God with hands,
As our hands were graven of God, they say,
Disco De Newton
© Ramon Lopez Velarde
Omnicromía de la tarde amena…
El alma, a la sordina,
y la luz, peregrina,
y la ventura, plena,
y la Vida, una hada
que por amar esta desencajada.
A Virgile
© Victor Marie Hugo
Pour toi je l'ai cherchée, un matin, fier, joyeux,
Avec l'amour au coeur et l'aube dans les yeux ;
Pour toi je l'ai cherchée, accompagné de celle
Qui sait tous les secrets que mon âme recèle,
Et qui, seule avec moi sous les bois chevelus,
Serait ma Lycoris si j'étais ton Gallus.
