War poems
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Hazel Blossoms
© John Greenleaf Whittier
THE SUMMER warmth has left the sky,
The summer songs have died away;
And, withered, in the footpaths lie
The fallen leaves, but yesterday
With ruby and with topaz gay.
"The City of Brass"
© Rudyard Kipling
In a land that the sand overlays the ways to her gates are untrod
A multitude ended their days whose gates were made splendid by God,
Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,
And of these is a story written: but Allah Alone knoweth all!
O Navio Negreiro Part 1. (With English Translation)
© Antonio de Castro Alves
Stamos em pleno mar… Doudo no espaço
Brinca o luar dourada borboleta;
E as vagas após ele correm… cansam
Como turba de infantes inquieta.
"The Girt Woak Tree That's In the Dell"
© William Barnes
The girt woak tree that's in the dell!
There's noo tree I do love so well;
Vor times an' times when I wer young,
I there've a-climbed, an' there've a-zwung,
All Day She Quiet Lay
© Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
All day she quiet lay, lost in a trance,
The closing shadows all of her embracing…
The madcap rain of summer frisked and pranced,
At leaves it drummed, down garden paths went racing.
When Albani Sang
© William Henry Drummond
Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan
morning not long ago,
Specimen Of An Induction To A Poem
© John Keats
Lo! I must tell a tale of chivalry;
For large white plumes are dancing in mine eye.
Not like the formal crest of latter days:
But bending in a thousand graceful ways;
A Sweet Lullaby
© Nicholas Breton
Come, little babe; come, silly soul,
Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm,
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.
The Ballad of Tanna
© Henry Kendall
She knelt by the dead, in her passionate grief,
Beneath a weird forest of Tanna;
Minora Sidera
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Sitting at times over a hearth that burns
With dull domestic glow,
My thought, leaving the book, gratefully turns
To you who planned it so.
The Parish Register - Part III: Burials
© George Crabbe
drown'd.
"Is this a landsman's love? Be certain then,
"We part for ever!"--and they cried, "Amen!"
His words were truth's:- Some forty summers
Ruans Voyage
© Robert Laurence Binyon
``Fisherman, fisherman, help!'' she cried.
Ruan turned his boat aside
Swiftly in the eddying tide.
Night In State Street
© Harriet Monroe
Art thou he?
The seer and sage, the hero and loveryea,
The man of men, then away from the haughty
day
Come with me!
We never know how high we are (1176)
© Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are
Till we are asked to rise
And then if we are true to plan
Our statures touch the skies
When Love was Born
© Sara Teasdale
When Love was born I think he lay
Right warm on Venus' breast,
And whiles he smiled and whiles would play
And whiles would take his rest.
The Missionary - Canto Fourth
© William Lisle Bowles
Earth upon the billet heap;
So may a tyrant's heart be buried deep!
The dark woods echoed to the long acclaim,
Accursed be his nation and his name!
Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf V. -- The Skerry Of Shri
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Now from all King Olaf's farms
His men-at-arms
Gathered on the Eve of Easter;
To his house at Angvalds-ness
Fast they press,
Drinking with the royal feaster.
