War poems
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Limbo
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den
It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men--
For skimming in the wake it mock'd the care
Of the old Boat-God for his Farthing Fare;
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 03 - The Soul Is Mortal
© Lucretius
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know
That minds and the light souls of all that live
La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version )
© John Keats
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Hakon's Lay
© James Russell Lowell
Then Thorstein looked at Hakon, where he sate,
Mute as a cloud amid the stormy hall,
Flirtation
© Rosanna Eleanor Leprohon
Yes, leave my side to flirt with Maude,
To gaze into her eyes,
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude IV.
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"A pleasant and a winsome tale,"
The Student said, "though somewhat pale
The Brus Book I
© John Barbour
Storys to rede ar delatibill
Suppos that thai be nocht bot fabill,
Than suld storys that suthfast wer
The New Wife and the Old
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Dark the halls, and cold the feast,
Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest.
All is over, all is done,
Twain of yesterday are one!
Blooming girl and manhood gray,
Autumn in the arms of May!
Stranger
© Hristo Botev
Hurry, stranger, quickly come
to your father's home at last,
do a dance before his home,
join the dance the pass across.
The New Eden
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
SCARCE could the parting ocean close,
Seamed by the Mayflowerâs cleaving bow,
When oâer the rugged desert rose
The waves that tracked the Pilgrimâs plough.
Raschi In Prague
© Emma Lazarus
Raschi of Troyes, the Moon of Israel,
The authoritative Talmudist, returned
The Soldier's Funeral
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
The muffled drum rolled on the air,
Warriors, with stately step, were there;
On every arm was the black crape bound,
Every carbine was turned to the ground;
Solemn, the sound of their measured tread,
As silent and slow, they followed the dead.
Epilogue to Agamemnon
© James Thomson
Our bard, to modern epilogue a foe,
Thinks such mean mirth but deadens generous woe;
Dispels in idle air the moral sigh,
And wipes the tender tear from Pity's eye:
An Old Umbrella
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
AN old umbrella in the hall,
Battered and baggy, quaint and queer;
By all the rains of many a year
Bent, stained, and faded that is all.
In Snow-Time
© Anonymous
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,
Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirred
By summer breezes, and each leafy tree
Shelters the nest of many a singing bird?
Of The Nature Of Things: Book III - Part 04 - Folly Of The Fear Of Death
© Lucretius
Therefore death to us
Is nothing, nor concerns us in the least,
Multitudes Turn In Darkness
© Conrad Aiken
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,
The stars wheel out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us; a Vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
