Sad poems
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Perfectness
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
All perfect things are saddening in effect.
The autumn wood robed in its scarlet clothes,
The matchless tinting on the royal rose
Whose velvet leaf by no least flaw is flecked,
Stray Birds 41 - 50
© Rabindranath Tagore
41
THE trees,
like the longings of the earth,
stand a-tiptoe to peep at the heaven.
Tori Soorat Kay Balihaari
© Amir Khusro
Tori soorat kay balihaari, Nijaam
Tori soorat kay balihaari.
Sab sakhiyan mein chundar meri mailee,
Dekh hansain nar naari, Nijaam........
The Grave Of Howard
© William Lisle Bowles
Spirit of Death! whose outstretched pennons dread
Wave o'er the world beneath their shadow spread;
Across the Western Plains I Must Wander
© Anonymous
It's ah ! for my grog, my jolly, jolly grog,
It's ah ! for my beer and tobacco;
I spent all my tin in the shanty drinking gin,
Now across the western plains I must wander.
The Dying Stockman
© Anonymous
A strapping young stockman lay dying,
His saddle supporting his head;
His two mates around him were crying,
As he rose on his elbow and said:
The Tower of the Dream
© Charles Harpur
But not thus always are our dreams benign;
Oft are they miscreations—gloomier worlds,
Crowded tempestuously with wrongs and fears,
More ghastly than the actual ever knew,
And rent with racking noises, such as should
Go thundering only through the wastes of hell.
Englysh Metamorphosis
© Thomas Chatterton
BOOKE st.
WHANNE Scythyannes, salvage as the wolves theie chacde,
The Jessamine And The Morning-Glory
© Madison Julius Cawein
I.
On a sheet of silver the morning-star lay
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book VIII -- Bhishma-Badha - (Fall of Bhishma)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
All negotiations for a peaceful partition of the Kuru kingdom having
failed, both parties now prepared for a battle, perhaps the most
sanguinary that was fought on the plains of India in the ancient
times. It was a battle of nations, for all warlike races in Northern
India took a share in it.
The Lamentations Of Jeremy, For The Most Part According To Tremellus
© John Donne
I. HOW sits this city, late most populous,
Thus solitary, and like a widow thus ?
Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
She was, who now thus tributary is ?
Baseball's Sad Lexicon
© Franklin Pierce Adams
These are the saddest of possible words:
"Tinker to Evers to Chance."
"You would have understood me, had you waited"
© Ernest Christopher Dowson
You would have understood me, had you waited;
I could have loved you, dear! as well as he:
Had we not been impatient, dear! and fated
Always to disagree.
The Palm-Tree
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,
Beside a fount of Araby;
It was not fann'd by southern breeze
In some green isle of Indian seas,
Nor did its graceful shadow sleep
O'er stream of Afric, lone and deep.
Threnodia Augustalis: Overture - Pastorale
© Oliver Goldsmith
CHORUS. -- AFFETTUOSO. -- LARGO.
Ye shady walks, ye waving greens,
Ye nodding towers, ye fairy scenes --
Let all your echoes now deplore
That she who form'd your beauties is no more.
An Evening Walk
© William Wordsworth
Addressed To A Young Lady
FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove
"The Undying One" - Canto II
© Caroline Norton
'Neath these, and many more than these, my arm
Hath wielded desperately the avenging steel--
And half exulting in the awful charm
Which hung upon my life--forgot to feel!
