War poems
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The Idlers Calendar. Twelve Sonnets For The Months. July
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
GOODWOOD
To the high breezes of the Goodwood Down
London has fled, and there awhile forgets
Its weariness of limb on lawns new--mown
In The Bower
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
THE gusty and passionate March hath died;
And now in the golden April-tide
There sits in the shade of her jasmine bower
A maid more fair than an April flower.
Immortality
© Joseph Addison
O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
profuse of bliss and pregnant with delight,
The Shepheardes Calender: July
© Edmund Spenser
Morrell.
Ah good Algrin, his hap was ill,
But shall be bett in time.
Now farwell shepheard, sith thys hyll
thou hast such doubt to climbe.
Summer Woodlands
© Theocritus
He courteous bade us on soft beds recline,
Of lentesch and young branches of the vine;
Poplars and elms above their foliage spread,
Lent a cool shade, and waved the breezy head.
Crotalus [Rattlesnake Bar, Sierras]
© Francis Bret Harte
No life in earth, or air, or sky;
The sunbeams, broken silently,
On the bared rocks around me lie,-
The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 18
© William Langland
Wolleward and weetshoed wente I forth after
As a recchelees renk that [reccheth of no wo],
Charity
© William Cowper
Fairest and foremost of the train that wait
On man's most dignified and happiest state,
Big Steamers
© Rudyard Kipling
"Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers,
With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?"
"We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter,
Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples, and cheese."
The Temptation Of St. Anthony
© Rainer Maria Rilke
It didn't help for him to drive the quills
Of porcupines into his lecher's flesh
His pandemonian senses uttered shrill
Expulsive cries and issued him a fresh
A Sunset
© Victor Marie Hugo
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
The Grassehopper. To My Noble Friend, Mr. Charles Cotton. O
© Richard Lovelace
I.
Oh thou, that swing'st upon the waving eare
Of some well-filled oaten beard,
Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious teare
Dropt thee from Heav'n, where now th'art reard.
The Statesmans Secret
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Loud rang the plaudits; with them rose the thought,
"Would he had learned the lesson he has taught!"
Used to the tributes of the noisy crowd,
The stately speaker calmly smiled and bowed;
The fire within a flushing cheek betrayed,
And eyes that burned beneath their penthouse shade.
To The Reformers Of England
© John Greenleaf Whittier
GOD bless ye, brothers! in the fight
Ye 're waging now, ye cannot fail,
For better is your sense of right
Than king-craft's triple mail.
The Plaint Of A Rejected Wife
© Confucius
No cherishing you give,
I'm hostile in your eyes.
As pedler's wares for which none cares,
My virtues you despise.
Upon The Thief
© John Bunyan
The thief, when he doth steal, thinks he doth gain;
Yet then the greatest loss he doth sustain.
A Memorial tribute
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
LEADER of armies, Israel's God,
Thy soldier's fight is won!
Master, whose lowly path he trod,
Thy servant's work is done!
The Wrath Of Loyalty
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
OCTOBER! tho' thy rugged brow,
No vivid wreaths entwine;
Tho' not for thee the zephyr blow,
Tho' not for thee the blossom glow,
Or skies unclouded shine:
Paracelsus: Part III: Paracelsus
© Robert Browning
Paracelsus.
Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out!
