War poems
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To---- On Her First Ascent To The Summit Of Helvellyn
© William Wordsworth
INMATE of a mountain-dwelling,
Thou hast clomb aloft, and gazed
From the watch-towers of Helvellyn;
Awed, delighted, and amazed!
At a Life's End
© Muriel Stuart
COME here, rekindle the old fire,
This last night leave no lamp unlit!
In later days we twain shall sit,
Remembering the joys of it,-
The warmth and sweetness of desire.
Under The Old Elm
© James Russell Lowell
Placid completeness, life without a fall
From faith or highest aims, truth's breachless wall,
Surely if any fame can bear the touch,
His will say 'Here!' at the last trumpet's call,
The unexpressive man whose life expressed so much.
An Ode For St. Cecilia's Day
© Joseph Addison
Nor made his amorous complaint:
In vain her eyes his heart had charm'd.
Her heavenly voice her eyes disarm'd,
And chang'd the lover to a saint.
The Bloom of Life, fading in a happy Death.
© Mather Byles
I.
Great GOD, how frail a Thing is Man!
How swift his Minutes pass!
His Age contracts within a Span;
He blooms and dies like Grass.
Hellas: A Lyrical Drama
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
The curtain of the Universe
Is rent and shattered,
The splendour-wingèd worlds disperse
Like wild doves scattered.
Rose The Red And White Lily
© Andrew Lang
O Rose the Red and White Lilly,
Their mother dear was dead,
And their father married an ill woman,
Wishd them twa little guede.
Free Fantasia On Japanese Themes
© Amy Lowell
Still, but alert;
And my heart is still and alert,
Passive with sunshine,
Avid of adventure.
Satana.
© Arthur Henry Adams
SHE draws all men to serve her, and her lure
Is her pulsating human loveliness
The beauty of her bosom's rippling lines,
The passion pleading in her eyes, the pure
Sonnet VII: Supreme Surrender
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
To all the spirits of Love that wander by
Along his love-sown harvest-field of sleep
The Little Dog
© Jean de La Fontaine
'TWOULD endless prove, and nothing would avail,
Each lover's pain minutely to detail:
Their arts and wiles; enough 'twill be no doubt,
To say the lady's heart was found so stout,
She let them sigh their precious hours away,
And scarcely seemed emotion to betray.
Adventurers
© Lesbia Harford
This morning I got up before the sun
Had seized the hill,
And scrambled heart-hot, noisy, past each one
In sleep laid still.
Across The Lines
© Ethel Lynn Eliot Beers
Then the head her heart had pillowed,
Drooping laid it down to rest,
As calm as when in baby slumber
Its locks were cradled on her breast.
The Rebel
© Henry Lawson
CALL ME traitor to my country and a rebel to my God.
And the foe of law and order, well deserving of the rod,
But I scorn the biassed sentence from the temples of the creed
That was fouled and mutilated by the ministers of greed,
For the strength that I inherit is the strength of Truth and Right;
Lords of earth! I am immortal in the battles cf the night!
Book Tenth {Residence in France continued]
© William Wordsworth
IT was a beautiful and silent day
That overspread the countenance of earth,
