War poems
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Hero And Leander: The First Sestiad
© Christopher Marlowe
On Hellespont, guilty of true-love's blood,
In view and opposite two cities stood,
Derne
© John Greenleaf Whittier
NIGHT on the city of the Moor!
On mosque and tomb, and white-walled shore,
On sea-waves, to whose ceaseless knock
The narrow harbor gates unlock,
Idyll XIII. Hylas
© Theocritus
Not for us only, Nicias, (vain the dream,)
Sprung from what god soe'er, was Eros born:
Not to us only grace doth graceful seem,
Frail things who wot not of the coming morn.
No--for Amphitryon's iron-hearted son,
Who braved the lion, was the slave of one:--
To W. Hohenzollern, On Discontinuing The Conning Tower
© Franklin Pierce Adams
William, it was, I think, three years ago-
As I recall, one cool October morning-
(You have The Tribune files; I think they'll show
I gave you warning).
The Captive Pirate
© Caroline Norton
That the ruin'd fortress towers
Number'd his despairing hours,
And beneath their careless tread,
Sleeps-the broken-hearted dead!
The Milkmaid's Song
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Turn, turn, for my cheeks they burn,
Turn by the dale, my Harry!
Limited Liability
© William Schwenck Gilbert
Some seven men form an Association
(If possible, all Peers and Baronets),
The Vision At Twilight
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WITHOUT the squares of misted pane,
I saw the wan autumnal rain,
And heard, o'er tufts of churchyard grass,
The wind's low miserere pass.
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf X. -- Raud The Strong
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"All the old gods are dead,
All the wild warlocks fled;
Sir Eldred Of The Bower : A Legendary Tale: In Two Parts
© Hannah More
There was a young and valiant Knight,
Sir Eldred was his name;
And never did a worthier wight
The rank of knighthood claim.
Lamia. Part I
© John Keats
Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Monody On The Death Of The Right Hon. R. B. Sheridan
© George Gordon Byron
When the last sunshine of expiring day
In summer's twilight weeps itself away,
On A Certain Religious Argument
© Edgar Albert Guest
Argue it pro and con as you will,
And flout each other with words,
But the rose will bloom and the summer still
Will bring us the song of birds.
The Night Quatrains
© Charles Cotton
THE Sun is set, and gone to sleep
With the fair princess of the deep,
To Ellen Terry
© Alfred Austin
Nay, bring forth none but daughters: daughters young,
The doubles of yourself; with face as fair,
