War poems
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A Pastoral in Three Parts
© John Cunningham
Philomel forsakes the thorn,
Plaintive where she prates at night:
And the lark to meet the morn,
Soars beyond the shepherd's sight.
The Night
© Ada Cambridge
Watchman, what of the night?
See you a streak of light?
Whither, O Captain of the quest,
The course we steer for Port of Rest?
Love's Apotheosis
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Love me. I care not what the circling years
To me may do.
If, but in spite of time and tears,
You prove but true.
Alfred. Book VI.
© Henry James Pye
But when he views, along the tented field,
With trailing banner, and inverted shield,
Young Donald, borne by Scotia's weeping bands,
In deeper woe the generous hero stands.
The First Hymn Of Callimachus. To Jupiter
© Matthew Prior
While we to Jove select the holy victim
Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself,
The Last Laugh
© Franklin Pierce Adams
How sweet the moonlight sleeps," I quoted,
"Upon this bank!" that starry night-
The night you vowed you'd be devoted-
I'll tell the world you held me tight.
Absence And Love
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WE need the clasp of hand in hand,
The light flashed warm from neighboring eyes:
Or else as weary seasons pass--
Alas! alas!
Our tenderest love grows wan and dies.
Ichabod
© Robert Fuller Murray
Gone is the glory from the hills,
The autumn sunshine from the mere,
Which mourns for the declining year
In all her tributary rills.
Eclogue 9: Lycidas Moeris
© Publius Vergilius Maro
LYCIDAS
Say whither, Moeris?- Make you for the town,
Or on what errand bent?
A Prophecy: To George Keats In America
© John Keats
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
From Amorgos
© Nikos Gatsos
I
With their country tied to their sails and their oars hung on
the wind
The shipwrecked slept tamely like dead beasts on a bedding
The Forest Way
© Madison Julius Cawein
I climbed a forest path and found
A dim cave in the dripping ground,
Where dwelt the spirit of cool sound,
Who wrought with crystal triangles,
And hollowed foam of rippled bells,
A music of mysterious spells.
The Vision Of Sir Launfal
© James Russell Lowell
Sir Launfal awoke, as from a swound:-
"The Grail in my castle here is found!
Hang my idle armor up on the wall,
Let it be the spider's banquet-hall;
He must be fenced with stronger mail
Who would seek and find the Holy Grail."
To The South
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Heart of the Southland, heed me pleading now,
Who bearest, unashamed, upon my brow
The long kiss of the loving tropic sun,
And yet, whose veins with thy red current run.
The Brus Book X
© John Barbour
[Preparations for battle against John of Lorn]
Quhen Thomas Randell on this wis
May Janet
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
STAND UP, stand up, thou May Janet,
And go to the wars with me.
Hes drawn her by both hands
With her face against the sea.
Urara
© Henry Kendall
Euroka, go over the tops of the hill,
For the ~Death-clouds~ have passed us to-day,
Kincora
© James Clarence Mangan
AH, where, Kincora! is Brian the Great?
And where is the beauty that once was thine?
The Ballad Of Saint Vitus
© Lord Alfred Douglas
Vitus came tripping over the grass
When all the leaves in the trees were green,
Through the green meadows he did pass
On the day he was full seventeen.
