War poems
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Eyes : A Fragment
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, look thus again,--
That your look may light a waste of years,
Darting the beam that conquers cares
Through the cold shower of tears.
Love, look thus again!
The Wind And The Sea
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
I STOOD by the shore at the death of day,
As the sun sank flaming red;
Songs Of Poltescoe Valley
© Arthur Symons
I
Under the trees in the dell.
Here by the side of the stream,
Were it not pleasant to dream,
Were it not better to dwell?
In Ampezzo
© Trumbull Stickney
Only once more and not again-the larches
Shake to the wind their echo, "Not again,"-
We see, below the sky that over-arches
Heavy and blue, the plain
The Song Of Hiawatha XI: Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
How the handsome Yenadizze
St. Barnabas
© John Keble
The world's a room of sickness, where each heart
Knows its own anguish and unrest;
The Dream
© Sylvia Plath
Last night, he said, I slept well
except for two uncanny dreams
that came before the change of weather
when I rose and opened all
the shutters to let warm wind feather
with wet plumage through my rooms.
To G. G.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Graceful in name and in thyself, our river
None fairer saw in John Ward's pilgrim flock,
Proof that upon their century-rooted stock
The English roses bloom as fresh as ever.
Song I
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
FLY, swiftly fly
Through yon fair sky,
O purple-pinioned Hours!
And bring once more the balmy night,
The Parish Register - Part I: Baptisms
© George Crabbe
floor.
Here his poor bird th' inhuman Cocker brings,
Arms his hard heel and clips his golden wings;
With spicy food th' impatient spirit feeds,
And shouts and curses as the battle bleeds.
Struck through the brain, deprived of both his
Sonnett - V
© James Russell Lowell
TO THE SPIRIT OF KEATS
Great soul, thou sittest with me in my room,
The Farewell
© Charles Churchill
_P_. Farewell to Europe, and at once farewell
To all the follies which in Europe dwell;
The May Sky
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
O SKY! O lucid sky of May!
O'er which the fleecy clouds have stolen,
In bands snow-white, and glimmering-gray,
Or heart-steeped in a lustre golden.
Mitigations
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
But about dusk in the rooms opposite
I see lamps lighted, and upon the blind
A shadow passes all the evening through.
It is the gaoler's daughter fair and kind
And full of pity (so I image it)
Till the stars rise, and night begins anew.
Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,
And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run;
Glowing like the cheek of Freya, peeping rosebuds 'gin to ope,
And in human hearts awaken love of life, and joy, and hope.
How Deacon Fry Bought A "Duchess."
© Isabella Valancy Crawford
It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round,
For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches
Ball's Bluff: A Reverie
© Herman Melville
One noonday, at my window in the town,
I saw a sight - saddest that eyes can see -
