War poems
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: XCII
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
WRITTEN IN DISTRESS
We sometimes sit in darkness. I long while
Have sat there, in a shadow as of death.
My friends and comforters no longer smile,
The Banks Of Wye - Book IV
© Robert Bloomfield
Here ivy'd fragments, lowering, throw
Broad shadows on the poor below,
Who, while they rest, and when they die,
Sleep on the rock-built shores of WYE.
From The Sunshine of the Gods
© James Bayard Taylor
AH, moment not to be purchased,
Not to be won by prayer,
The Man Forsworn
© William Watson
Who draws to-day the unrighteous sword?
Behold him stand, the Man Forsworn,
The warrior of the faithless word,
The pledge disowned, the covenant torn,
Who prates of honour, truth, and trust,
Ere he profanes them in the dust.
Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking
© Walt Whitman
Shine! shine! shine!
Pour down your warmth, great sun!
While we bask, we two together.
The Lost Name
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE voice of my true love is low
And exquisitely kind,
Warm as a flower, cold as snow--
I think it is the Wind.
The Hard Times In Elfland [A Story of Christmas Eve]
© Sidney Lanier
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The Christmas Eve so bitterly!
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,
The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.
© Anne Bradstreet
Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;
Ballades IV - Of Life
© Andrew Lang
Through the mad worlds scene
We are drifting on,
To this tune, I ween,
They are dead and gone!
To Ellinda Upon His Late Recovery. A Paradox
© Richard Lovelace
I.
How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.
From Allan Cunningham, To George Borrow, On His Proposing To Translate The Kiaepe Viser
© George Borrow
Sing, sing, my friend; breathe life again
Through Norways song and Denmarks strain:
The Church Militant
© George Herbert
Almightie Lord, who from thy glorious throne
Seest and rulest all things ev'n as one:
Vision of Columbus Book 3
© Joel Barlow
Now, twice twelve years, the children of the skies
Beheld in peace their growing empire rise;
To The Chief Musician Upon Nabla: A Tyndallic Ode
© James Clerk Maxwell
I.
I come from fields of fractured ice,
Departing Summer
© George Moses Horton
When auburn Autumn mounts the stage,
And Summer fails her charms to yield,
Bleak nature turns another page,
To light the glories of the field.
To a Clergyman on the Death of His Lady
© Phillis Wheatley
Where contemplation finds her sacred spring,
Where heav'nly music makes the arches ring,
The World In The House
© Jane Taylor
Regions of intellect ! serenely fair,
Hence let us rise, and breathe your purer air.
--There shine the stars ! one intellectual glance
At that bright host,--on yon sublime expanse,
Might prove a cure ;--well, say they, let them shine
With all our hearts,--but let us dress and dine.
Sonnet II
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
If that apparent part of life's delight
Our tingled flesh-sense circumscribes were seen
Ernst Of Edelsheim
© John Hay
I'll tell the story, kissing
This white hand for my pains:
No sweeter heart, nor falser
E'er filled such fine, blue veins.
