Power poems
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"I count the days until I see you, dear,"
© Lesbia Harford
I count the days until I see you, dear,
But the days only.
I dare not reckon up the nights and hours
I shall be lonely.
Hymn of Apollo
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
The Hell-Bound Train
© Anonymous
A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain
To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train.
On The Bust Of Helen By Canova
© George Gordon Byron
In this beloved marble view,
Above the works and thoughts of man,
What Nature could, but would not, do,
And Beauty and Canova can!
Matilda Gathering Flowers
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
And earnest to explore within--around--
The divine wood, whose thick green living woof
Tempered the young day to the sight--I wound
Alchimie de la douleur (The Alchemy of Sorrow)
© Charles Baudelaire
L'un t'éclaire avec son ardeur,
L'autre en toi met son deuil, Nature!
Ce qui dit à l'un: Sépulture!
Dit à l'autre: Vie et splendeur!
The Pleasures of Imagination: Book The Third
© Mark Akenside
See! in what crouds the uncouth forms advance:
Each would outstrip the other, each prevent
Our careful search, and offer to your gaze,
Unask'd, his motley features. Wait awhile,
My curious friends! and let us first arrange
In proper order your promiscuous throng.
Down-Hall. A Ballad.
© Matthew Prior
I sing not old Jason who travell'd through Greece
To kiss the fair maids and possess the rich fleece,
Nor sing I AEneas, who, led by his mother,
Got rid of one wife and went far for another.
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
Aftersong
© Friedrich Nietzsche
O noon of life! A time to celebrate!
Oh garden of summer!
Restless happiness in standing, gazing, waiting:
I wait for friends, ready day and night.
You friends, where are you? Come! It's time! It's time!
Epilogue
© Paul Verlaine
I
The sun, less hot, looks from a sky more clear;
The roses in their sleepy loveliness
Nod to the cradling wind. The atmosphere
Enfolds us with a sister's tenderness.
To Mother Venus
© Eugene Field
O mother Venus, quit, I pray,
Your violent assailing!
The arts, forsooth, that fired my youth
At last are unavailing;
My blood runs cold, I'm getting old,
And all my powers are failing.
What The Poet Was Telling Himself In 1848
© Victor Marie Hugo
You mustn't seek out power, mustn't grab the helm
Your work lies elsewhere, spirit of another realm,
Georgic 3
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee,
Amphrysian shepherd, worthy to be sung,
The Earl Of Shaou's Work
© Confucius
As the young millet, by the genial rain
Enriched, shoots up luxuriant and tall,
So, when we southward marched with toil and pain,
The Earl of Shaou cheered and inspired us all.
An After-Dinner Poem
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
IN narrowest girdle, O reluctant Muse,
In closest frock and Cinderella shoes,
Bound to the foot-lights for thy brief display,
One zephyr step, and then dissolve away!
A Reading Of Life--The Test Of Manhood
© George Meredith
That quiet dawn was Reverence; whereof sprang
Ethereal Beauty in full morningtide.
Another sun had risen to clasp his bride:
It was another earth unto him sang.
Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIV
© Zora Bernice May Cross
You came. You saw me. And because in you
A myriad mothers all their love had spread,
Those holy women since the dawn of day
Gave you the promise of a master true
Dearest, that bee unto the flower was wed
When your song fitted with my humble lay.
The Tyrant
© Lesbia Harford
When I was a child,
I felt the fairies' power.
Of a sudden my dry life
Would burst into flower.
