War poems
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The Visionary Face
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I AM happy with her I love,
In a circle of charmed repose;
My soul leaps up to follow her feet
Wherever my darling goes;
An Eastern God
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I saw an Eastern God to-day;
My comrades laughed; lest I betray
Red Riding Hood
© John Greenleaf Whittier
On the wide lawn the snow lay deep,
Ridged oer with many a drifted heap;
Love Unkind
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
OUT upon the bleak hillside, the bleak hillside, he lay--
Her lips were red, and red the stream that slipped his life away.
Ah, crimson, crimson were her lips, but his were turning gray.
Panegyric To Sir Lewis Pemberton
© Robert Herrick
Till I shall come again, let this suffice,
I send my salt, my sacrifice
The Resurrection
© Giacomo Leopardi
I thought I had forever lost,
Alas, though still so young,
The tender joys and sorrows all,
That unto youth belong;
The Naturalist's Summer-Evening Walk
© Gilbert White
To Thomas Pennant, Esquire.
… equidem credo, quia sit divinitus illis
Ingenium. ~ Virgil, Georgics.
Sweet Meat Has Sour Sauce; Or, The Slave-Trader In The Dumps
© William Cowper
Tis a curious assortment of dainty regales,
To tickle the Negroes with when the ship sails,
Fine chains for the neck, and a cat with nine tails,
Which nobody, &c.
Yarrow Visited
© William Wordsworth
And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
To a Lady Before Marriage
© Thomas Tickell
Oh! form'd by Nature, and refin'd by Art,
With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart!
Conductor Bradley
© John Greenleaf Whittier
CONDUCTOR BRADLEY, (always may his name
Be said with reverence!) as the swift doom came,
Smitten to death, a crushed and mangled frame,
Dear Old London
© Eugene Field
When I was broke in London in the fall of '89,
I chanced to spy in Oxford Street this tantalizing sign,
"A Splendid Horace cheap for Cash!" Of course I had to look
Upon the vaunted bargain, and it was a noble book!
English Eclogues II - The Grandmother's Tale
© Robert Southey
JANE.
Harry! I'm tired of playing. We'll draw round
The fire, and Grandmamma perhaps will tell us
One of her stories.
The Prophecy Of Famine
© Charles Churchill
Still have I known thee for a silly swain;
Of things past help, what boots it to complain?
Nothing but mirth can conquer fortune's spite;
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light:
Patience is sorrow's salve: what can't be cured,
So Donald right areads, must be endured.
Are Ye Right, There, Michael?
© William Percy French
Are ye right there, Michael, are ye right?
Do you think that we'll be there before the night?
Ye've been so long in startin',
That ye couldn't say for startin'
Still ye might now, Michael,
So ye might!
Below And Above
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I SEE in the forest coverts
The sheen of shimmering lights;
They gleam from the dusky shadows,
They flash from the ghostly heights:
From CLIO
© Martha Sansom
We every Day grew dearer to each other. I was then
indeed as blind as he. I gave him every Perfection, and
began to love in earnest. How did I want a Friend to
guard me from this Precipice, where Love was leading
me, to warn me of this Serpent, who was sacking out the
Sweetness of my Soul, and laying every Art to destroy it!
The Philosopher
© Emily Jane Brontë
Enough of thought, philosopher!
Too long hast thou been dreaming
Unlightened, in this chamber drear,
While summer's sun is beaming!
Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain
Concludes thy musings once again?
The Lady of the Lake: Canto III. - The Gathering
© Sir Walter Scott
I.
Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore,
Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store
