War poems
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Introduction: Pippa Passes
© Robert Browning
Now wait!-even I already seem to share
In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare?
What other meaning do these verses bear?
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
England's Fields
© Lloyd Roberts
England's cliffs are white like milk,
But England's fields are green;
The grey fogs creep across the moors,
But warm suns stand between.
And not so far from London town, beyond the brimming street,
A thousand little summer winds are singing in the wheat.
The Snows Of Spring
© Robert Laurence Binyon
O wailing gust, what hast thou brought with thee,
What sting of desolation? But an hour,
And brave was every shy new--opened flower
Smiling in sun beneath a budding tree.
Crotalus
© Francis Bret Harte
No life in earth, or air, or sky;
The sunbeams, broken silently,
On the bared rocks around me lie,
The House That Was
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton)
© William Cowper
Time, never wand'ring from his annual round,
Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground;
To the Many
© Anna Akhmatova
I -- am your voice, the warmth of your breath,
I -- am the reflection of your face,
The futile trembling of futile wings,
I am with you to he end, in any case.
On A Distant View Of The Village And School Of The Harrow Hill
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III:
© Ellis Parker Butler
Little Ballads Of Timely Warning; III: On Laziness And Its Resultant Ills
There was a man in New York City
(His name was George Adolphus Knight)
So soft of heart he wept with pity
To see our language and its plight.
A Wreath Of Sonnets (10/14)
© France Preseren
Frail growth these blossoms had, so sad and few:
As when on some warm February day
An early rose unfolds her petals gay,
Enjoying for a space the sun anew,
Dorchester Amphitheatre .
© John Kenyon
By Rome's old amphitheatre I stood,
Still pretty perfect, on the Weymouth road,
The Sylph Of Summer
© William Lisle Bowles
God said, Let there be light, and there was light!
At once the glorious sun, at his command,
The Alphabet
© Karl Shapiro
The letters of the Jews as strict as flames
Or little terrible flowers lean
The White Doe Of Rylstone, Or, The Fate Of The Nortons - Canto Third
© William Wordsworth
NOW joy for you who from the towers
Of Brancepeth look in doubt and fear,
Telling melancholy hours!
Proclaim it, let your Masters hear
The Delights of Summer
© Theocritus
And from aloft, overhead,
Were waving to and fro
Poplars and elms;
And near by, a sacred stream
Two Duets
© Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch
She. Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia
Hath heard them debate
Of wooing repenting-
"Who trust to undoing,
Lament them too late."
