Sad poems
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Planh For The Young English King
© Ezra Pound
If all the grief and woe and bitterness,
All dolour, ill and every evil chance
My Childhood Home I See Again
© Abraham Lincoln
My childhoods home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
Theres pleasure in it too.
The Corsair
© George Gordon Byron
1.
'Deep in my soul that tender secret dwells,
Lonely and lost to light for evermore,
Save when to thine my heart responsive swells,
Then trembles into silence as before
Catterskill Falls
© William Cullen Bryant
Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps,
From cliffs where the wood-flower clings;
All summer he moistens his verdant steeps
With the sweet light spray of the mountain springs;
And he shakes the woods on the mountain side,
When they drip with the rains of autumn-tide.
By the Cliffs of the Sea
© Henry Kendall
In a far-away glen of the hills,
Where the bird of the night is at rest,
St. Francis Of Borgia By The Coffin Of Queen Isabel
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Open the coffin and shroud until
I look on the dead again
The Mothers Heart
© Caroline Norton
Different from both! Yet each succeeding claim,
I, that all other love had been forswearing,
Forthwith admitted, equal and the same;
Nor injured either, by this love's comparing,
Nor stole a fraction for the newer call--
But in the Mother's heart, found room for ALL!
The Teacher Of Wisdom
© Oscar Wilde
From his childhood he had been as one filled with the perfect
knowledge of God, and even while he was yet but a lad many of the
saints, as well as certain holy women who dwelt in the free city of
his birth, had been stirred to much wonder by the grave wisdom of
his answers.
To Virgil
© Alfred Tennyson
Roman Virgil, thou that singest
Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire,
Ilion falling, Rome arising,
wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre;
Regret for Peony Flowers
© Bai Juyi
I'm saddened by the peonies before the steps, so red,
As evening came I found that only two remained.
Once morning's winds have blown, they surely won't survive,
At night I gaze by lamplight, to cherish the fading red.
Italy : 11. Bergamo
© Samuel Rogers
The song was one that I had heard before,
But where I knew not. It inclined to sadness;
And, turning round from the delicious fare
My landlord's little daughter Barbara
The Meeting. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
After so long an absence
At last we meet agin:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
Stanzas
© George Gordon Byron
Could Love for ever
Run like a river,
And Time's endeavour
Be tried in vain
A Summer Mood
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AH, me! for evermore, for evermore
These human hearts of ours must yearn and sigh,
While down the dells and up the murmurous shore
Nature renews her immortality.
In The Marble Quarry
© James Dickey
Beginning to dangle beneath
The wind that blows from the undermined wood,
I feel the great pulley grind,
Tentacles of Time
© Kabir
The Saints Have Died, The God-Messengers Die
The Life-Filled Yogis Die Too |
The Kings Die, The Subjects Die
The Healers and the Sick Die Too ||
The Brothers
© Madison Julius Cawein
Not far from here, it lies beyond
That low-hilled belt of woods. We'll take
This unused lane where brambles make
A wall of twilight, and the blond
Brier-roses pelt the path and flake
The margin waters of a pond.
The Age of a Dream
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
Gone now, the carven work! Ruined, the golden shrine!
No more the glorious organs pour their voice divine;
No more rich frankincense drifts through the Holy Place:
Now from the broken tower, what solemn bell still tolls,
Mourning what piteous death? Answer, O saddened souls!
Who mourn the death of beauty and the death of grace.
