Sad poems
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Imr El Kais
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Weep, ah weep love's losing, love's with its dwelling--place
set where the hills divide Dakhúli and Háumali.
Túdiha and Mikrat! There the hearths--stones of her
stand where the South and North winds cross--weave the sand--furrows.
Songs of the Pixies
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
Whom the untaught Shepherds call
Pixies in their madrigal,
Fancy's children, here we dwell:
Spleen (I)
© Charles Baudelaire
Pluviôse, irrité contre la ville entière,
De son urne à grands flots verse un froid ténébreux
Aux pâles habitants du voisin cimetière
Et la mortalité sur les faubourgs brumeux.
So that you will hear me
© Pablo Neruda
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
In Memoriam A. H. H.
© Alfred Tennyson
Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou.
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
A Legend Of Christ's Nativity
© Duncan Campbell Scott
At Bethlehem upon the hill,
The day was done, the night was nigh,
The dusk was deep and had its will,
The stars were very small and still,
Like unblown tapers, faint and high.
Charity
© William Cowper
Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Edward Everett
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
WINTER'S cold drift lies glistening o'er his breast;
For him no spring shall bid the leaf unfold
What Love could speak, by sudden grief oppressed,
What swiftly summoned Memory tell, is told.
The Complaint Of An Officer
© Confucius
O Heaven above, before whose light
Revealed is every deed and thought,
A Memorial tribute
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!
The Wrath Of Loyalty
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,
No vivid wreaths entwine;
Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,
Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,
Or skies unclouded shine:
The Twenty-Second Of December
© William Cullen Bryant
Wild was the day; the wintry sea
Moaned sadly on New-England's strand,
When first the thoughtful and the free,
Our fathers, trod the desert land.
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
On Mrs. Ar: F: Leaving London
© Thomas Parnell
From Town fair Arabella flies,
The Beaux unpowder'd grieve,
The Widow Of Crescentius : Part II.
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Hast thou a scene that is not spread
With records of thy glory fled?
Sheep In Fog
© Sylvia Plath
The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
A Visit From Wisdom
© Khalil Gibran
In the stillness of night Wisdom came and stood
By my bed. She gazed upon me like a tender mother
And wiped away my tears, and said : "I have heard
The cry of your spirit and I am come to comfort it.
Open your heart to me and I shall fill it with light.
Ask of me and I shall show you the way of truth."
