Travel poems
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The Turn Of The Road
© Roderic Quinn
WHERE confident, calm I strode,
I walk with hesitant feet;
For at yonder turn of the road
What shall I meet?
Epilogue: Songs Before Sunrise
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
Returning Late on the Road from Pingquan on a Winter's Day
© Bai Juyi
The mountain road is hard to travel, the sun now slanting down,
In a misty village, a crow lands on a frosted tree.
I'll not arrive before night falls, but that should not concern me,
Once I've drunk three warm cups, I'll feel as if at home.
The Raven. Christmas Tale, Told By A School-Boy To His Little Brothers And Sisters
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet,
And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet,
And he thank'd him again and again for this treat:
They had taken his all; and Revenge it was sweet!
Reflections
© George Crabbe
Beware then, Age, that what was won,
If life's past labours, studies, views,
Be lost not, now the labour's done,
When all thy part is,--not to lose:
When thou canst toil or gain no more,
Destroy not what was gain'd before.
Pharsalia - Book VIII: Death Of Pompeius
© Marcus Annaeus Lucanus
Hard the task imposed;
Yet doffed his robe, and swift obeyed, the king
Wrapped in a servant's mantle. If a Prince
For safety play the boor, then happier, sure,
The peasant's lot than lordship of the world.
The Snail
© Richard Lovelace
Wise emblem of our politic world,
Sage snail, within thine own self curl'd;
Instruct me softly to make haste,
Whilst these my feet go slowly fast.
The Travellers In Haste;
© Helen Maria Williams
ADDRESSED TO
THOMAS CLARKSON, ESQ.
IN 1814,
WHEN MANY ENGLISH ARRIVED AT PARIS, BUT
REMAINED A VERY SHORT TIME.
As much as spring is more delightful than winter
© Theocritus
As much as spring is more delightful than winter,
As much as the apple than the sloe,
As much as the sheep is more woolly than its lambkin,
As much as a virgin is better than a thrice-wed dame,
Flight of the Wild Geese
© William Ellery Channing
Stirred above the patent ball,
The wild geese flew,
Nor near so wild as that doth me befall,
Or, swollen Wisdom, you.
The Grave By The Lake
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Where the Great Lake's sunny smiles
Dimple round its hundred isles,
And the mountain's granite ledge
Cleaves the water like a wedge,
Ringed about with smooth, gray stones,
Rest the giant's mighty bones.
New Country
© Mary Hannay Foott
Conde had come with us all the way -
Eight hundred miles - but the fortnight's rest
Made him fresh as a youngster, the sturdy bay!
And Lurline was looking her very best.
A Story Of Doom: Book V.
© Jean Ingelow
And Japhet, having found his father, said,
"Sir, let me also journey when ye go."
Who answered, "Hath thy mother done her part?"
Hymn To The Sun
© Matthew Prior
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year,
With happy Speed begin Thy great Career;
Mischief
© Ann Taylor
LET those who're fond of idle tricks,
Of throwing stones, and hurling bricks,
And all that sort of fun,
Now hear a tale of idle Jim,
That warning they may take by him,
Nor do as he has done.
Maha-Bharata, The Epic Of Ancient India - Book III - Rajasuya - (The Imperial Sacrifice)
© Romesh Chunder Dutt
A curious incident followed the bridal of Draupadi. The five sons of
Pandu returned with her to the potter's house, where they were
Wild Bees
© John Clare
These children of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
She Was A Phantom Of Delight
© William Wordsworth
She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
The Joy if Church Fellowship Rightly Attended
© Edward Taylor
In heaven soaring up, I dropped an ear
On earth: and Oh, sweet melody:
And listening, found it was the saints who were
Encroached for Heaven that sang for joy.
For in Christ's coach they sweetly sing,
As they to glory ride therein.
