NATURE POEMS: LINES COMPOSED IN A WOOD ON A WINDY DAY Poetry/Poem by Anne Bronte (1820-1849) MY soul is awakened, my spirit is soaringAnd carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas. The long withered grass in the sunshine …
NARRATIVE POEMS: JOHN MAYNARD Poetry/Poem by Horatio Alger (1832-1899) ‘TWAS on Lake Erie’s broad expanseOne bright midsummer day,The gallant steamer Ocean QueenSwept proudly on her way.Bright faces clustered on the deck,Or, leaning o’er the side,Watched carelessly the feathery foamThat flecked the rippling tide. Ah, who beneath that cloudless sky,That smiling bends serene,Could dream that danger …
POEMS ON LONELINESS: ZIRA: IN CAPTIVITY, translated into English by: Laurence Hope (1865-1904) LOVE me a little, Lord, or let me go,I am so weary walking to and froThrough all your lonely halls that were so sweetDid they but echo to your coming feet. When by the flowered scrolls of lace-like stoneOur women’s windows — …
RELIGIOUS POEMS: THE MASTER’S HAND Poetry/Poem by Mary Elizabeth Blake (1840-1907) THE scroll was old and gray;The dust of time had gathered white and chillAbove the touches of the worker’s skill,And hid their charm away. The many passed it by;For no sweet curve of dainty face or form,No gleam of light, or flash of color …
POEMS ON WAR: WAR Poetry/Poem by James Russell Lowell (1819-1891) EZ fer war, I call it murder,–There you hev it plain an’ flat;I don’t want to go no furderThan my Testyment fer that….They may talk o’ Freedom’s airyTell they’er pupple in the face,–It’s a grand gret cemetaryFer the barthrights of our race;They jest want this …
POEMS ON DEATH: THE HARDEST LOT Poetry/Poem by John White Chadwick (1840-1904) TO look upon the face of a dead friendIs hard; but ’tis not more than we can bearIf, haply, we can see peace written there,–Peace after pain, and welcome so the end,Whate’er the past, whatever death may send.Yea, and that face a gracious …
LOVE POEMS: SONNET #38 Poetry/Poem by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) HOW can my Muse want subject to inventWhile thou dost breathe, that pour’st into my verseThine own sweet argument, too excellentFor every vulgar paper to rehearse?O, give thyself the thanks if aught in meWorthy perusal stand against thy sight,For who’s so dumb that cannot write to …
POEMS ON CHILDREN: WHAT POLLY FOUND IN HER STOCKING Poetry/Poem by Louisa May Alcott (1832-1888) WITH the first pale glimmer,Of the morning red,Polly woke delightedAnd flew out of bed.To the door she hurried,Never stopped for clothes,Though Jack Frost’s cold fingersNipt her little toes.There it hung! the stocking,Long and blue and full;Down it quickly tumbledWith a …
HUMOROUS POEMS: LITTLE LESSONS, An anonymous poem THE love I bear you, dearest,Would make the sweetest tale,We’d sail upon a sea of bliss,And I would lift the sail.Our happiness would be sublime,Surpassing tongue or pen.You may as well learn things from me,As to learn from other men. “Oh! you have touched me–deeply–“The young thing whispered …
POEMS ON THE SUPERNATURAL: WHITE MAGIC Poetry/Poem by George Sterling (1869-1926) KEEP ye her brow with starshine crostAnd bind with ghostly light her hair,O powers benign, lest I accostSong’s peaceless angel unaware! One eve her whisper came to earth,As eastward woke a thorny star,To tell me of her kingdom’s worthAnd what her liberations are: She …