War poems
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The Conquest Of Finland
© John Greenleaf Whittier
ACROSS the frozen marshes
The winds of autumn blow,
And the fen-lands of the Wetter
Are white with early snow.
Riparto D'Assalto
© Ernest Hemingway
Drummed their boots on the camion floor,
Hob-nailed boots on the camion floor.
The Roman: A Dramatic Poem
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
SCENE I.
A Plain in Italy-an ancient Battle-field. Time, Evening.
Persons.-Vittorio Santo, a Missionary of Freedom. He has gone out, disguised as a Monk, to preach the Unity of Italy, the Overthrow of Austrian Domination, and the Restoration of a great Roman Republic.--A number of Youths and Maidens, singing as they dance. 'The Monk' is musing.
Enter Dancers.
A Letter To Monsieur Boileau Despreaux, Occasioned By The Victory At Blenheim
© Matthew Prior
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing
Successive conquests and a glorious King;
The Zenana
© Letitia Elizabeth Landon
And fragrant though the flowers are breathing,
From far and near together wreathing,
They are not those she used to wear,
Upon the midnight of her hair.
The earth had transformed the oaks (Canti di Milosao, excerpt from canto l)
© Jeronim de Rada
The earth had transformed the oaks,
Fresh sea water sparkled
Hudibras: Part 2 - Canto II
© Samuel Butler
Quoth RALPHO, Honour's but a word
To swear by only in a Lord:
In other men 'tis but a huff,
To vapour with instead of proof;
That, like a wen, looks big and swells,
Is senseless, and just nothing else.
Vernal Pictures (Without And Within)
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
AMID fresh roses wandering, and the soft
And delicate wealth of apple-blossoms spread
In tender spirals of blent white and red,
Round the fair spaces of our blooming croft,
Heavenly Wisdom
© John Logan
O Happy is the man who hears
Instruction's warning voice,
And who celestial wisdom makes
His early, only choice.
I Tell My Heart
© Margaret Widdemer
I TELL my heart, to hush her aching
When we are sleeping, when we're waking,
Of things we loved well, she and I,
Upon a time that is gone by:
Song From The Persian
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
AH, sad are they who know not love,
But, far from passion's tears and smiles,
The Twa Dogs
© Robert Burns
'Twas in that place o' Scotland's isle,
That bears the name o' auld King Coil,
Upon a bonie day in June,
When wearin' thro' the afternoon,
Twa dogs, that were na thrang at hame,
Forgather'd ance upon a time.
Of The Nature Of Things: Book VI - Part 03 - Extraordinary And Paradoxical Telluric Phenomena
© Lucretius
In chief, men marvel nature renders not
Bigger and bigger the bulk of ocean, since
Processional
© Madison Julius Cawein
Universes are the pages
Of that book whose words are ages;
Of that book which destiny
Opens in eternity.
Mystic and Cavalier
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
GO from me: I am one of those who fall.
What! hath no cold wind swept your heart at all,
Told By "The Noted Traveler"
© James Whitcomb Riley
Even so had they wrought all ways
To earn the pennies, and hoard them, too,--
And with what ultimate end in view?--
They were saving up money enough to be
Able, in time, to buy their own
Five children back.
Otho The Great - Act II
© John Keats
SCENE I. An Ante-chamber in the Castle.
Enter LUDOLPH and SIGIFRED.
Lord Nevil's Advice
© Ada Cambridge
"Friend," quoth Lord Nevil, "thou art young
To face the world, and thou art blind
To subtle ways of womankind;
The meshes thou wilt fall among.
