Women poems
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Twickenham Garden
© John Donne
BLASTED with sighs, and surrounded with tears,
Hither I come to seek the spring,
What We All Think
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THAT age was older once than now,
In spite of locks untimely shed,
Or silvered on the youthful brow;
That babes make love and children wed.
Discredited
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Three million women without mates
In lonely homes on earth!
And Cupid sighs at heaven's gates,
Where many a spirit ego waits
Its call again to birth.
The Spagnoletto. Act I
© Emma Lazarus
SCENE--During the first four acts, in Naples; latter part of the
fifth act, in Palermo. Time, about 1655.
The Aeneid of Virgil: Book 7
© Publius Vergilius Maro
AND thou, O matron of immortal fame,
Here dying, to the shore hast left thy name;
Don Juan: Canto The Second
© George Gordon Byron
Oh ye! who teach the ingenuous youth of nations,
Holland, France, England, Germany, or Spain,
Christmas, 1873
© George MacDonald
Christmas-Days are still in store:-
Will they change-steal faded hither?
Or come fresh as heretofore,
Summering all our winter weather?
Restraint
© Madison Julius Cawein
Dear heart and love! what happiness to sit
And watch the firelight's varying shade and shine
Psalm
© Georg Trakl
It is a light, that the wind has extinguished.
It is a pub on the heath, that a drunk departs in the afternoon.
Perdition
© Arthur Symons
Why have I never loved? Is it that I am abnormal,
Condemned for my sins, not as some in absurd concavity
Introduction: Pippa Passes
© Robert Browning
Now wait!-even I already seem to share
In God's love: what does New-year's hymn declare?
What other meaning do these verses bear?
The Princess (part 1)
© Alfred Tennyson
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face,
Of temper amorous, as the first of May,
With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a girl,
For on my cradle shone the Northern star.
Clipper Days (a song from Snug Harbor)
© Harry Kemp
I am eighty years old and somewhat,
But I give to God the praise
That they made a sailor of me
In the good old Clipper Days
The Alphabet
© Karl Shapiro
The letters of the Jews as strict as flames
Or little terrible flowers lean
Polonius and the Ballad Singers
© Padraic Colum
A gaunt built woman and her son-in-law
A broad-faced fellow, with such flesh as shows
Why We Fight
© Edgar Albert Guest
This is the thing we fight:
A cry of terror in the night;
A ship on work of mercy bent
A carrier of the sick and maimed
Beneath the cruel waters sent,
And those that did it, unashamed.
The Marriage Of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
'Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel through sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
Affinities
© Mathilde Blind
TAKE me to thy heart, and let me
Rest my head a little while;
Rest my heart from griefs that fret me
In the mercy of thy smile.
The Little Flock
© Katharine Tynan
CHRIST, now keep the little flock
Which Thou bad'st not to fear:
Childing women and old folk
And the little children dear.
