War poems
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Response
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When Phyllis sighs and from her eyes
The light dies out; my soul replies
With misery of deep-drawn breath,
E'en as it were at war with death.
Mary Leslie
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
Here by the bivouac fire, above
These fields of savage play,
I'll lift my love to meet thy love
Twa thousand miles away,
Epilogue
© Edgar Lee Masters
You're dreaming worlds. I'm in the King row.
Move as you will, if I can't wreck you
I'll thwart you, harry you, rout you, check you.
The Sweet Little Man
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
Down among rebels and contraband chattels,
What are you doing, my sweet little man?
From Glory Unto Glory
© Henry Van Dyke
Chorus
All hail to thee, Young Glory!
Among the flags of earth
We'll ne'er forget the story
Of thy heroic birth.
Apostrophe
© Charlotte Turner Smith
TO AN OLD TREE.
WHERE thy broad branches brave the bitter North,
Like rugged, indigent, unheeded, worth,
Lo! Vegetation's guardian hands emboss
Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 03
© Torquato Tasso
XXXI
The villain flies, he, full of rage and ire,
Catharine Plouffe
© Susie Frances Harrison
THIS grey-haired spinster, Catharine Plouffe
Observe her, a contrast to convent chits,
At her spinning wheel, in the room in the roof.
Come Back to St Andrews
© Robert Fuller Murray
Come back to St. Andrews! Before you went away
You said you would be wretched where you could not see the Bay,
The East sands and the West sands and the castle in the sea
Come back to St. Andrews-St. Andrews and me.
Es sang vor langen Jahren
© Clemens Maria Brentano
Es sang vor langen Jahren
Wohl auch die Nachtigall;
Das war wohl süßer Schall,
Da wir zusammen waren.
A Song Of Other days
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
As o'er the glacier's frozen sheet
Breathes soft the Alpine rose,
Theory And Practice
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
The man of God stands, on the Sabbath-day,
Warning the sinners from the broad highway
You Must Not Understand This Life (with original German)
© Rainer Maria Rilke
You must not understand this life.
Then everyday will be like a party.
Simply let every day be
like a child who, passing by,
receives many flowers from the wind.
The Bronze David Of Donatello
© Randall Jarrell
To so much strength, those overborne by it
Seemed girls, and death came to it like a girl,
Came to it, through the soft air, like a bird-
So that the boy is like a girl, is like a bird
Standing on something it has pecked to death.
AN ELEGY Upon the most victorious King of Sweden Gustavus Adolphus
© Henry King
---O Famâ ingens ingentior armis
Rex Gustave, quibus Clo te laudibus æquem?
Virgil. Æneid. lib. 2.
On The Death Of His Mother
© James Thomson
Ye fabled Muses, I your aid disclaim,
Your airy raptures, and your fancied flame;
My Queen of Dreams
© Philip Joseph Holdsworth
In the warm flushed heart of the rose-red west,
When the great sun quivered and died to-day,
Steelhead
© Robinson Jeffers
The sky was cold December blue with great tumbling clouds,
and the little river
Snakecharmer
© Sylvia Plath
As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water.
