War poems
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The Mountain Of The Lovers
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I.
LOVE scorns degrees! the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,
Shakespeare
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
"Who claims our Shakespeare from that realm unknown,
Beyond the storm-vexed islands of the deep,
Where Genoa's roving mariner was blown?
Her twofold Saint's-day let our England keep;
Shall warring aliens share her holy task?"
The Old World echoes ask.
A Statesman
© Sydney Thompson Dobell
Captain be he, my England, who doth know
Not careful coasts, with inland welcomes warm;
From North Wales: To The Mother
© George MacDonald
When the summer gave us a longer day,
And the leaves were thickest, I went away:
Like an isle, through dark clouds, of the infinite blue,
Was that summer-ramble from London and you.
After A Lecture On Wordsworth
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
COME, spread your wings, as I spread mine,
And leave the crowded hall
For where the eyes of twilight shine
O'er evening's western wall.
The Old-Fashioned Cooks
© Edgar Albert Guest
Poets have sung of the old-fashioned glories
The old-fashioned pictures that hung on the wall,
The Woods Of The West
© Herbert Bashford
Oh, woods of the west, leafy woods that I love.
Where through the long days I have heard
'The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 6
© Publius Vergilius Maro
HE said, and wept; then spread his sails before
The winds, and reachd at length the Cumæan shore:
To A Lady, Who Invited The Author Into The Country.
© Mary Barber
I grieve your Brother has the Gout;
Tho' he's so stoically stout,
I've heard him mourn his Loss of Pain,
And wish it in his Feet again.
What Woe poor Mortals must endure,
When Anguish is their only Cure!
The Borough. Letter I
© George Crabbe
"DESCRIBE the Borough"--though our idle tribe
May love description, can we so describe,
Rubens' Innocents
© Kenneth Slessor
IF all those tumbling babes of heaven,
Plump cherubim with blown cheeks,
Could vault in these warm skies, or leaven
Our starry silent mountain-peaks
The Triumph Of Fashion
© Henry James Pye
She spoke, and while her voice the war defy'd,
Assembling myriads croud on every side;
Undaunted to the field of death they go,
And frown amazement on the approaching foe:
With dreadful shock the encount'ring armies meet,
And the plain trembling, rocks beneath their feet.
Buckdancers Choice
© James Dickey
So I would hear out those lungs,
The air split into nine levels,
Some gift of tongues of the whistler
Rebecca's Hymn
© Sir Walter Scott
When Israel, of the Lord beloved,
Out from the land of bondage came,
Through Liberty To Light
© Alfred Austin
Fixed is my Faith, the lingering dawn despite,
That still we move through Liberty to Light.
The Human Tragedy.
South-West Wind In The Woodland
© George Meredith
The silence of preluded song -
AEolian silence charms the woods;
Two Epochs
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
LOVERS by a dim sea strand
Looking wave-ward, hand in hand;
Silent, trembling with the bliss
Of their first betrothal kiss:
The Wind of Death
© Ethelwyn Wetherald
The wind of death, that softly blows
The last warm petal from the rose,
