War poems
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The Secret Key
© George Essex Evans
There is a magic kingdom of strange powers,
Thought-hidden, lit by other stars than ours;
Sonnets LLXXI:LXXII:LXXIII: The Choice
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
I
Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.
To An Enthusiast
© Thomas Hood
Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
And still a large late love of all thy kind.
Spite of the world's cold practice and Time's tooth,
North Wind
© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
LOUD wind, strong wind, sweeping o'er the mountains,
Fresh wind, free wind, blowing from the sea,
Pour forth thy vials like streams from airy fountains,
Draughts of life to me.
Italy : 33. The Campagna Of Rome
© Samuel Rogers
Have none appeared as tillers of the ground,
None since They went -- as though it still were theirs,
And they might come and claim their own again?
Was the last plough a Roman's?
The Fens
© John Clare
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and ducklings float and feed.
With head oft dabbing in the flood
They fish all day the weedy mud,
And tumbler-like are bobbing there,
Heels topsy turvy in the air.
The March Of Mortality
© Edgar Albert Guest
Over the hills of time to the valley of endless years;
Over the roads of woe to the land that is free from tears
Up from the haunts of men to the place where the angels are,
This is the march of mortality to a wonderful goal afar.
Olympia XI
© Pindar
OLYMPIA Xl-FOR AGESIDAMUS OF THE WESTWIND LOCRIANS:
WINNER IN THE BOYS BOXING MATCH
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto XI.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
II
This learn'd I, watching where she danced,
Native to melody and light,
And now and then toward me glanced,
Pleased, as I hoped, to please my sight.
A Legend Of Madrid
© Adam Lindsay Gordon
O'er the horn'd front drops the streamer,
In the nape the sharp steel hisses,
Glances, grazes, - Christ! Redeemer!
By a hair the spine he misses.
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 06:
© Conrad Aiken
Here is the roomwith ghostly walls dissolving
The twilight room in which she called you 'lover';
And the floorless room in which she called you 'friend.'
So many times, in doubt, she ran between them!
Through windy corridors of darkening end.
To A Brown Girl
© Countee Cullen
What if his glance is bold and free,
His mouth the lash of whips?
So should the eyes of lovers be
And so a lovers lips.
The Skeleton In Armour
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
The Dying Seneca
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
HE died not as the martyr dies,
Wrapped in his living shroud of flame;
He fell not as the warrior falls,
Gasping upon the field of fame;
A gentler passage to the grave,
The murderer's softened fury gave.
An Epistle. Desiring The Queen's Picture, But Left Unfinished, By The Sudden News Of Her Majesty's D
© Matthew Prior
The train of equipage and pomp of state,
The shining sideboard and the burnish'd plate,
Mason And Slidell: A Yankee Idyll
© James Russell Lowell
Wut! they ha'n't hanged 'em?
Then their wits is gone!
Thet's the sure way to make a goose a swan!
The Emperors Return
© Victor Marie Hugo
_The EMPEROR FREDERICK BARBAROSSA, believed to be dead, appearing
as a beggar among the Rhenish nobility at a castle, suddenly reveals
himself._
May Morning
© Celia Thaxter
WARM, wild, rainy wind, blowing fitfully,
Stirring dreamy breakers on the slumberous May sea,
What shall fail to answer thee? What thing shall withstand
The spell of thine enchantment, flowing over sea and land?
Report on Experience
© Edmund Blunden
I have been young, and now am not too old;
And I have seen the righteous forsaken,
His health, his honour and his quality taken.
This is not what we were formerly told.
The Poor Ghost
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
'Oh whence do you come, my dear friend, to me,
With your golden hair all fallen below your knee,
And your face as white as snowdrops on the lea,
And your voice as hollow as the hollow sea?'
