War poems

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The Kosa

© Thomas Pringle

The free-born Kosa still doth hold

  The fields his fathers held of old;

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The Conjunction Of Jupiter And Venus

© William Cullen Bryant

I would not always reason. The straight path

Wearies us with its never-varying lines,

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The Courtship Of Young John

© Alice Guerin Crist

But he little knew what a treasure he’d won.
What a wonderful life had just begun;
And how bright the sunshine that lay upon
The future pathway of ‘that young John’.

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The Cyclops

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

SILENUS.
ULYSSES.
CHORUS OF SATYRS.
THE CYCLOPS.

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The Auld Farmer's New-Year-Morning Salutation To His Auld Mare , Maggie

© Robert Burns

A Guide New-year I wish thee, Maggie!
Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie:
Tho' thou's howe-backit now, an' knaggie,
I've seen the day
There could hae gaen like ony staggie,
Out-owre the lay.

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Drake

© Alfred Noyes

  England, my mother,
  Lift to my western sweetheart
  One full cup of English mead, breathing of the may!
  Pledge the may-flower in her face that you and ah, none other,
  Sent her from the mother-land
  Across the dashing spray.

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Extinct Monsters

© Eugene Field

Oh, had I lived in the good old days,
  When the Ichthyosaurus ramped around,
  When the Elasmosaur swam the bays,
  And the Sivatherium pawed the ground,
  Would I have spent my precious time
  At weaving golden thoughts in rhyme?

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Solomon

© Thomas Parnell

But long expectance of a bliss delay'd
Breeds anxious doubt, and tempts the sacred maid;
Then mists arising strait repel the light,
The colour'd garden lies disguis'd with night,
A pale-horn'd crescent leads a glimm'ring throng,
And groans of absence jarr within the song.

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Wanderlieder

© John Hay

I stand at the break of day

In the Champs Elysees.

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Bold Jack Donahoe (1)

© Anonymous

'Twas of a valiant highwayman and outlaw of disdain


Who'd scorn to live in slavery or wear a convicts chain;

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Muscadines

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

SOBER September, robed in gray and dun,
Smiled from the forest in half-pensive wise;
A misty sweetness shone in her mild eyes,
And on her cheek a shy flush went and came,

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Were I A Skilful Painter

© George MacDonald

Were I a skilful painter,

My pencil, not my pen,

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Stars

© Kenneth Slessor

"THESE are the floating berries of the night,
They drop their harvest in dark alleys down,
Softly far down on groves of Venus, or on a little town
Forgotten at the world's edge—and O, their light

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Mad Song

© Adelaide Crapsey

Grey gaolers are my griefs

That will not let me free;

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The Scout Toward Aldie

© Herman Melville

Nine Blue-coats went a-nutting
  Slyly in Tennessee-
Not for chestnuts - better than that-
  Hugh, you bumble-bee!
Nutting, nutting -
  All through the year there's nutting!

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The Angel In The House. Book II. Canto IX.

© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore

III Disappointment
  ‘The bliss which woman's charms bespeak,
  ‘I've sought in many, found in none!’
  ‘In many 'tis in vain you seek
  ‘What can be found in only one.’

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Questions And Answers

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

WHERE, oh where are the visions of morning,
Fresh as the dews of our prime?
Gone, like tenants that quit without warning,
Down the back entry of time.

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Invocation

© John Greenleaf Whittier

Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old,
Formless and void the dead earth rolled;
Deaf to Thy heaven's sweet music, blind
To the great lights which o'er it shined;
No sound, no ray, no warmth, no breath,--
A dumb despair, a wandering death.

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Nature At Ease

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

I FEEL the kisses of this lingering breeze,
Warm, close, and ardent as the lips of love,
I quaff the sunshine streaming from above,
Like mellow wine of antique vintages;

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Sandys Ghost ; A Proper Ballad on the New Ovid's Metamorphosis

© Alexander Pope

Ye Lords and Commons, Men of Wit,
And Pleasure about Town;
Read this ere you translate one Bit
Of Books of high Renown.