War poems
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Gods Acre
© Conrad Aiken
She prods a plantain
Of too ambitious root. That largest yew-tree,
Clutching the hill
Sonnet To Disappointment
© Helen Maria Williams
PALE disappointment! at thy freezing name
Chill fears in every shiv'ring vein I prove;
Scherzando
© William Ernest Henley
Down through the ancient Strand
The spirit of October, mild and boon
And sauntering, takes his way
This golden end of afternoon,
As though the corn stood yellow in all the land,
And the ripe apples dropped to the harvest-moon.
Spells And Incantations
© Wilfred Owen
A vague pearl, a wan pearl
You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters
Until my mind was fog-bound in that gem.
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
A Girl's Autumn Reverie
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
We plucked a red rose, you and I
All in the summer weather;
Wherefore?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,
A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you;
Again the old love woke in me, and thrived
The Stwonen Bwoy Upon The Pillar
© William Barnes
Wi' smokeless tuns an' empty halls,
An' moss a-clingèn to the walls,
One Woman's Memory
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Here is a lock of his soft, dark hair,
And here are the letters he wrote to me.
The Dreary Change {The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill}
© Sir Walter Scott
The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill,
In Ettrick's vale, is sinking sweet;
Daphne
© Jonathan Swift
Daphne knows, with equal ease,
How to vex, and how to please;
But the folly of her sex
Makes her sole delight to vex.
Don Juan: Canto The Eighth
© George Gordon Byron
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
The Orphans' New Year's Gift
© Arthur Rimbaud
The room is full of shadow; you can hear, indistinctly, the sad soft whispering of two children.
Their foreheads lean forward, still heavy with dreams, beneath the long white bed-curtain
The Boys Appeal
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
O say, dear sister, are you coming
Forth to the fields with me?
Heard On The Mountain
© Francis Thompson
Soon I distinguished, yet as tone which veils confuse and smother,
Amid this voice two voices, one commingled with the other,
Which did from off the land and seas even to the heavens aspire;
Chanting the universal chant in simultaneous quire.
And I distinguished them amid that deep and rumorous sound,
As who beholds two currents thwart amid the fluctuous profound.
