Sad poems
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Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
© Mir Babar Ali Anees
Ay Momino! Hussain ka matam akheer hai
Bazm e azaa e qibla e alam akheer hai
Shiyo! Shahe anaam ka matam akheer hai
Hain majlis e tamaam Moharram akheer hai
Uryaan sar hai fatah e badr o hunayn ka
De lo Batool e paak ko pursa Hussain ka
The Child Of The Islands - Spring
© Caroline Norton
I.
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
White tufted Guelder-roses, showering down
Life's Slacker
© Edgar Albert Guest
The saddest sort of death to die
Would be to quit the game called life
The Visit Of Mahmoud Ben Suleim To Paradise
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
Perchance the past of man--and thence to draw
From far experience, sanctified by awe
Of God's mysterious ways, some hint to tell
Who of the dead in heaven and who in hell
Dwelt now in endless bliss or endless bale.
A Legacy
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Friend of my many years!
When the great silence falls, at last, on me,
A Session With Uncle Sidney
© James Whitcomb Riley
Uncle Sidney's vurry proud
Of little Leslie-Janey,
'Cause she's so smart, an' goes to school
Clean 'way in Pennsylvany!
A Catch
© Madison Julius Cawein
When roads are mired with ice and snow,
And the air of morn is crisp with rime;
Conversation
© William Cowper
Though nature weigh our talents, and dispense
To every man his modicum of sense,
Reflections On Having Left A Place Of Retirement
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Sermoni propriora.~ Horace
Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose
Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear
At silent noon, and eve, and early morn,
A November Sketch
© Madison Julius Cawein
The hoar-frost hisses 'neath the feet,
And the worm-fence's straggling length,
Smote by the morning's slanted strength,
Sparkles one rib of virgin sleet.
Araluen
© Henry Kendall
Take this rose, and very gently place it on the tender, deep
Mosses where our little darling, Araluen, lies asleep.
Monody On Henry Headley
© William Lisle Bowles
To every gentle Muse in vain allied,
In youth's full early morning HEADLEY died!
Unpublished Poem I
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
JONES plays the deuce with his grammar,
Knocks time and tense into tin-tacks ;
Brown, the big Visigoth, wielding blunt hammer,
Mauls right and left the Queen's syntax.
Sonnet XVI
© Caroline Norton
PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.
WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!
When thou wert carried to thy silent rest,
And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded,
Isabel
© Charles Stuart Calverley
Now o'er the landscape crowd the deepening shades,
And the shut lily cradles not the bee;
The red deer couches in the forest glades,
And faint the echoes of the slumberous sea:
The Roman: A Dramatic Poem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.
Sonnet to the Moon
© Helen Maria Williams
The glitt'ring colours of the day are fled;
Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night,
The Zenana
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And fragrant though the flowers are breathing,
From far and near together wreathing,
They are not those she used to wear,
Upon the midnight of her hair.
Lines On The Place De La Concorde At Paris,
© Amelia Opie
PROUD Seine, along thy winding tide
Fair smiles yon plain expanding wide,
And, deckt with art and nature's pride,
Seems formed for jocund revelry.
Song From The Persian
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
AH, sad are they who know not love,
But, far from passion's tears and smiles,
