War poems
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In Rubble
© David Wagoner
Right after the bomb, even before the ceiling
And walls and floor are rearranging
Do Not!
© Stevie Smith
Do not despair of man, and do not scold him,
Who are you that you should so lightly hold him?
The Frogs
© Archibald Lampman
Often to me who heard you in your day,
With close wrapt ears, it could not choose but seem
That earth, our mother, searching in that way,
Men's hearts might know her spirit's inmost dream,
Ever at rest beneath life's change and stir,
Made you her soul, and bade you pipe for her.
In Memory of Bryan Lathrop
© Edgar Lee Masters
Who bequeathed to Chicago a School of Music.
So in Pieria, from the wedded bliss
The Fatal Sisters: An Ode
© Thomas Gray
(FROM THE NORSE TONGUE)
Now the storm begins to lower,
(Haste, the loom of Hell prepare.)
Iron-sleet of arrowy shower
Hurtles in the darken'd air.
The Child Of The Islands - Summer
© Caroline Norton
I.
FOR Summer followeth with its store of joy;
That, too, can bring thee only new delight;
Its sultry hours can work thee no annoy,
The Crystal Lithium
© James Schuyler
The smell of snow, stinging in nostrils as the wind lifts it from a beach
Eve-shuttering, mixed with sand, or when snow lies under the street lamps and on all
Sonnet XXV: Let those who are in Favour with their Stars
© William Shakespeare
Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
A Wraith Of Summertime
© James Whitcomb Riley
In its color, shade and shine,
'T was a summer warm as wine,
With an effervescent flavoring of flowered bough and vine,
And a fragrance and a taste
Of ripe roses gone to waste,
And a dreamy sense of sun- and moon- and star-light interlaced.
The Ballad of Reading Gaol
© Oscar Wilde
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby gray;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.
Dear Doctor, I have Read your Play
© Lord Byron
Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,
The "William P. Frye"
© Jeanne Robert Foster
I saw her first abreast the Boston Light
At anchor; she had just come in, turned head,
And sent her hawsers creaking, clattering down.
I was so near to where the hawse-pipes fed
Dulcis Memoria
© Henry Van Dyke
Long, long ago I heard a little song,
(Ah, was it long ago, or yesterday?)
With Antecedents
© Walt Whitman
I respect Assyria, China, Teutonia, and the Hebrews;
I adopt each theory, myth, god, and demi-god;
I see that the old accounts, bibles, genealogies, are true, without
exception;
