Travel poems
/ page 37 of 119 /
New Year's Eve: A Waking Dream
© George MacDonald
I have not any fearful tale to tell
Of fabled giant or of dragon-claw,
The Bas Bleu: Or, Conversation. Addressed To Mrs. Vesey
© Hannah More
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,
Awhile my idle strain attend:
From Evangeline
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow,
All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,
All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience!
And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom,
Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Father, I thank thee!
The Bush Fire
© Henry Lawson
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,
Than the terrible silence where drought is fought out there in the western hell;
And better the rattle of rifles near, or the thunder on deck at sea,
Than the soundmost hellish of all to hearof a fire where it should not be.
Ryton Firs
© Lascelles Abercrombie
All round the knoll, on days of quietest air,
Secrets are being told; and if the trees
Speak out let them make uproar loud as drums
'Tis secrets still, shouted instead of whisper'd.
Poulain The Prisoner
© Augusta Davies Webster
One single ray: and where its light could fall
His rusty nail carved saints and angels there,
And warriors, and slim girls with braided hair,
And blossomy boughs, and birds athwart the air.
Rude work, but yet a world. And light for all
Was one slant ray upon a prison wall.
Eternal
© Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
Im in the days embracing limits,
Where even skies are ever gray,
Look through the ages, live in minutes,
And wait for Holy Saturday;
The Three Kings
© Edith Nesbit
WHEN the star in the East was lit to shine
The three kings journeyed to Palestine;
Praise O Doset
© William Barnes
We Do'set, though we mid be hwomely,
Be'nt asheäm'd to own our pleäce;
The Pleasures of Memory - Part I.
© Samuel Rogers
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green,
With magic tints to harmonize the scene.
Still'd is the hum that thro' the hamlet broke,
When round the ruins of their antient oak
The Voyage of Telegonus
© Henry Kendall
Ill fares it with the man whose lips are set
To bitter themes and words that spite the gods;
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 05
© Torquato Tasso
LVI
Guascher and Raiphe in valor like there was.
John James Audobon
© Stephen Vincent Benet
Some men live for warlike deeds,
Some for womens words.
John James Audubon
Lived to look at birds.
Hope Triumphant in Death
© Thomas Campbell
Unfading Hope! when life's last embers burn -
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
A great Yogi
© Mirabai
In my travels I spent time with a great yogi.
Once he said to me.
Become so still you hear the blood flowing
Western Wagons
© Stephen Vincent Benet
They went with axe and rifle, when the trail was still to blaze,
They went with wife and children, in the prairie-schooner days,
With banjo and with frying panSusanna, don't you cry!
For I'm off to California to get rich out there or die!
To a Traveller
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
THE mountains, and the lonely death at last
Upon the lonely mountains: O strong friend!
