War poems
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Noonday By The Seaside
© Frances Anne Kemble
The sea has left the strand
In their deep sapphire cup
The waves lie gathered up,
Off the hard-ribbed sand.
Happiness And Vision.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Thyself as bride, as bridegroom I.
Oft from thy mouth full many a kiss
In an unguarded hour of bliss
Ode To The Departing Year
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
Spirit who sweepest the wild harp of Time!
It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!
The Minstrel.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Within our festal halls!"
Thus spake the king, the page out-hied;
The boy return'd; the monarch cried:
The Day of Hope
© Shams al-Din Hafiz
THE days of absence and the bitter nights
Of separation, all are at an end!
Where is the influence of the star that blights
My hope? The omen answers: At an end!
The Wedding Night.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WITHIN the chamber, far awayFrom the glad feast, sits Love in dread
Lest guests disturb, in wanton play,The silence of the bridal bed.
His torch's pale flame serves to gildThe scene with mystic sacred glow;
The room with incense-clouds is fil'd,That ye may perfect rapture know.How beats thy heart, when thou dost hearThe chime that warns thy guests to fly!
Billys 'Square Affair'
© Henry Lawson
He wanted clothes, a masher suit, he wanted boots and hat;
His girl had earned a quid or twohe wouldnt part with that;
And so he went to Brickfield Hill, and from a draper there
He shook the proper kind of togs to fetch a square affair.
Who'll Buy Gods Of Love?
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
OF all the beauteous wares
Exposed for sale at fairs,
None will give more delight
Than those that to your sight
My Love For You, Sweet Earth
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
My love for you, sweet Earth, my mother,
I cannot hide - I do not crave
Phoebus And Hermes.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
DELOS' stately ruler, and Maia's son, the adroit one,Warmly were striving, for both sought the great prize to obtain.
Hermes the lyre demanded, the lyre was claim'd by Apollo,Yet were the hearts of the foes fruitlessly nourish'd by hope.
For on a sudden Ares burst in, with fury decisive,Dashing in twain the gold toy, brandishing wildly his sword.
Hermes, malicious one, laughed beyond measure; yet deep-seated sorrowSeized upon Phoebus's heart, seized on the heart of each Muse. 1799.*
The Bride Of Corinth.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection
with a
friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two
great poets, to which many of their finest works are owing.]
Fairy Tale
© Boris Pasternak
Once, in times forgotten,
In a fairy place,
Through the steppe, a rider
Made his way apace.
Richard And Kate: Or, Fair-Day
© Robert Bloomfield
'Come, Goody, stop your humdrum wheel,
Sweep up your orts, and get your Hat;
Old joys reviv'd once more I feel,
'Tis Fair-day;--ay, _and more than that._
The Man Who Discovered The Use Of A Chair
© Alfred Noyes
Now he went one night to a dinner of state
_Hear! hear!
In the proud Guildhall!_
And he sat on his chair, and he ate from a plate;
But nobody heard his opinions at all;
The Erl-king.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
Peter Quince At The Clavier
© Wallace Stevens
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour
© Wallace Stevens
Light the first light of evening, as in a room
In which we rest and, for small reason, think
The world imagined is the ultimate good.
Prologue To A Charade.--"Damn-Ages"
© Horace Smith
In olden time--in great Eliza's age,
When rare Ben Jonson ruled the humorous stage,
