Sad poems
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Of Too Much Spekynge Or Bablynge
© Sebastian Brant
He that his tunge can temper and refrayne
And asswage the foly of hasty langage
O Intelligence Moving The Third Heaven
© Dante Alighieri
O Intelligences moving the third heaven,
the reasons heed that from my heart come forth,
so new, it seems, that no one else should know.
The heaven set in motion by your worth,
Holy Ghost! Dispel Our Sadness
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Holy Ghost! dispel our sadness;
Pierce the clouds of nature's night.
Come, Thou source of joy and gladness,
Breathe Thy life, and spread Thy light.
'GS' [or the Fourth Cook]
© Henry Lawson
And he peels em hard to Plymouth, peels em fast to drown his grief,
Peels em while his stomach sickens on the road to Teneriffe;
Peels em while the donkey rattles, peels em while the engine thuds,
By the time they touch at Cape Town hes a don at peeling spuds
(And he finds some time for dreaming as he gets on with the spuds).
And Do They So?
© Henry Vaughan
"Etenim res creatoe exerto capite observantes
expectant revelationem Filiorum Dei.":
"For created things, watching with head erect,
await the revelation of the Sons of God."
On Hearing A Sonata Of Beethoven's Played In The Next Room
© James Russell Lowell
Unseen Musician, thou art sure to please,
For those same notes in happier days I heard
The Slave's Complaint
© George Moses Horton
Something still my heart surveys,
Groping through this dreary maze;
Is it Hope? - then burn and blaze
Forever!
Effort
© Edgar Albert Guest
He brought me his report card from the teacher and he said
He wasn't very proud of it and sadly bowed his head.
The Lady of Shalott
© Alfred Tennyson
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Four Riddles
© Lewis Carroll
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There was an ancient City, stricken down
With a strange frenzy, and for many a day
They paced from morn to eve the crowded town,
And danced the night away.
New Life, New Love
© Henry Lawson
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
The Temple
© Edgar Lee Masters
Beyond the gates of Hercules
The seven builders took the stone,
Spurned everywhere in days of ease,
Long lying loose and overthrown,
Now carried over bitter seas
Where crystally Arcturus shone!
A Dog Has Died
© Pablo Neruda
My dog has died.
I buried him in the garden
next to a rusted old machine.
Autumn Wealth
© Kristijonas Donelaitis
Of course, there is no lack of faithful Christians ,too.
Most of Lithuanians are men of good character;
They love their families, obey the will of God.
Each day live saintly lives, steer clear of all misdeeds,
And rule their modest homes with kind parental care.
The Knight's Leap: A Legend of Altenar
© Charles Kingsley
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
A Catholic To His Ulster Brother
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
Is there no bond of blood to you, my brother?
Who have called her ours, the ancient Mother,
Out Of It All
© Edgar Albert Guest
Out of it all shall come splendor and gladness;
Out of the madness and out of the sadness,
Clearer and finer the world shall arise.
Why then keep sorrow and doubt in your eyes?
