War poems
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O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow!
© Henry Lawson
ARMING down along the stream,
Along the sparkling water,
And past the pool where lilies gleam,
There comes the squatters daughter.
Sonnet VI
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I CAST this sorrow from me like a crown
Of bitter nettles, and unwholesome weeds,
Nursed by cold night-dews, from malignant seeds,
Ill Fortune sowed, when all the heaven did frown;
Wind by Mike White: American Life in Poetry #121 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2006
© Ted Kooser
A waiter in a clean apron
appeared, not quite
certain, shielding his eyes, wary
of our rumbling engines.
Ghazal 1 (With English Translation)
© Inshaullah Khan Insha
O Insha! Who gets respite from the turns of fortune!
Its blessing indeed that a few friends are still with us!
The Bride Of The Nile - Act I
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Act I Governor's Palace at Alexandria.
Act II Garden House of the Makawkas at On.
Act III On the Banks of the Nile. Time, th Century, A.D.
America's Welcome Home
© Henry Van Dyke
Oh, gallantly they fared forth in khaki and in blue,
America's crusading host of warriors bold and true;
They battled for the rights of man beside our brave Allies,
And now they're coming home to us with glory in their eyes.
Occasional Address
© Charlotte Turner Smith
Written for the benefit of a distressed Player, detained
at Brighthelmstone for Debt, November 1792.
WHEN in a thousand swarms, the summer o'er,
The birds of passage quit our English shore,
By various routs the feather'd myriad moves;
The Becca-Fica seeks Italian groves,
The Voices Of The Ocean
© Robert Laurence Binyon
All the night the voices of ocean around my sleep
Their murmuring undulation sleepless kept.
Rocked in a dream I slept,
Till drawn from trances deep
Song at the Feast of Brougham Castle
© William Wordsworth
Alas! the impassioned minstrel did not know
How, by Heaven's grace, this Clifford's heart was framed:
How he, long forced in humble walks to go,
Was softened into feeling, soothed, and tamed.
August
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE WERE four apples on the bough,
Half gold half red, that one might know
The blood was ripe inside the core;
The colour of the leaves was more
Like stems of yellow corn that grow
Through all the gold June meadows floor.
John Bede Polding
© Henry Kendall
With reverent eyes and bowed, uncovered head,
A son of sorrow kneels by fanes you knew;
But cannot say the words that should be said
To crowned and winged divinities like you.
"Our Hope."
© James Brunton Stephens
A WIND-BORNE shred of that mysterious scroll
Wherein the secrets of the deep are writ:
The Twa Gordons
© George MacDonald
There was John Gordon an' Archibold,
An' a yerl's twin sons war they;
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld
They fell oot on their ae birthday.
Georgic 2
© Publius Vergilius Maro
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heaven;
Now will I sing thee, Bacchus, and, with thee,
An Out-Worn Sappho
© James Whitcomb Riley
How tired I am! I sink down all alone
Here by the wayside of the Present. Lo,
Love Sonnets
© Charles Harpur
How beautiful doth the morning rise
Oer the hills, as from her bower a bride
Comes brightenedblushing with the shame-faced pride
Of love that now consummated supplies
The Haunch Of Venison
© Oliver Goldsmith
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO LORD CLARE
THANKS, my Lord, for your venison, for finer or fatter
To The Memory Of Mrs. Lefroy Who Died Dec: 16 -- My Birthday.
© Jane Austen
Angelic Woman! past my power to praise
In Language meet, thy Talents, Temper, mind.
Thy solid Worth, they captivating Grace!-
Thou friend and ornament of Humankind!-
