A Ballade Of The Unborn Dead
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
They walked the valley of the dead;
Lit by a weird half light;
No sound they made, no word they said;
And they were pale with fright.
Then suddenly from unseen places came...
Abide With Us
Nancy Rebecca Campbell Glass
"Abide with us!" Where could we go?
Thou art our strength, thou art our tower,
Our refuge from the ills below,
In darkness light, in weakness power.
"Abide with us!" We would prevail,...
Address To Kilchurn Castle, Upon Loch Awe
Child of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest
Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;
Save when the wind sweeps by and sounds are caught...
Address To The Unco Guid, Or The Rigidly Righteous.
"My son, these maxims make a rule,
And lump them ay thegither;
The Rigid Righteous is a fool,
The Rigid Wise anither:
The cleanest corn that e'er was dight
May hae some pyles o' caff in;...
A Dialogue Betwixt Himself And Mistress Eliza Wheeler, Under The Name Of Amarillis
My dearest Love, since thou wilt go,
And leave me here behind thee;
For love or pity, let me know
The place where I may find thee.
AMARIL. In country meadows, pearl'd with dew,...
A Dirge Upon The Death Of The Right Valiant Lord, Bernard Stuart.
Hence, hence, profane! soft silence let us have
While we this trental sing about thy grave.
Had wolves or tigers seen but thee,
They would have showed civility;
And, in compassion of thy years,...
A Dull Uncertain Brain,
Ralph Waldo Emerson
A dull uncertain brain,
But gifted yet to know
That God has cherubim who go
Singing an immortal strain,
Immortal here below.
I know the mighty bards,
I listen when they sing,
And now I know...
Aestivation - An Unpublished Poem, By My Late Latin Tutor
Oliver Wendell Holmes
In candent ire the solar splendor flames;
The foles, langueseent, pend from arid rames;
His humid front the Give, anheling, wipes,
And dreams of erring on ventiferous riper.
Against Unworthy Praise
William Butler Yeats
O Heart, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What's not for their applause,
Being for a woman's sake.
Enough if the work has seemed,
So did she your strength renew,...
Age Unfit For Love.
Maidens tell me I am old;
Let me in my glass behold
Whether smooth or not I be,
Or if hair remains to me.
Well, or be't or be't not so,
This for certainty I know,
Ill it fits old men to play,...
A Ghost Story. To The Air Of "Unfortunate Miss Bailey."
Not long in bed had Lyndhurst lain,
When, as his lamp burned dimly,
The ghosts of corporate bodies slain,
Stood by his bedside grimly.
Dead aldermen who once could feast,...
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
"Miserrimus," and neither name nor date,
Prayer, text, or symbol, graven upon the stone;
Nought but that word assigned to the unknown,
That solitary word, to separate...
A Hymn, For The Use Of The Sunday School At Olney.
Hear, Lord, the song of praise and prayer
In heaven thy dwelling-place,
From infants made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face.
Thanks for thy word and for thy day,...
A Jewish Family - In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
Genius of Raphael! if thy wings
Might bear thee to this glen,
With faithful memory left of things
To pencil dear and pen,
Thou would'st forego the neighbouring Rhine,
And all his majesty...
Albert Down Under
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted".
He had long had an ambition, which...
Were to save up and go to Australia,
The saving up that were the hitch.
He'd a red money box on the pot shelf,...
All At Sea, The Voyage Of A Certain Uncertain Sailorman
I saw a certain sailorman who sat beside the sea,
And in the manner of his tribe he yawned this yarn to me:
"'Twere back in eighteen-fifty-three, or mebbe fifty-four,...
A Lover's Universe
Richard Le Gallienne
When winter comes and takes away the rose,
And all the singing of sweet birds is done,
The warm and honeyed world lost deep in snows,
Still, independent of the summer sun,
In vain, with sullen roar,...
A Melologue Upon National Music.
A SHORT STRAIN OF MUSIC FROM THE ORCHESTRA.
There breathes a language known and felt
Far as the pure air spreads its living zone;
Wherever rage can rouse, or pity melt,...
A Metrical Essay, Read Before The Phi Beta Kappa Society, Harvard University, August, 1836
Oliver Wendell Holmes
To Charles Wentworth Upham, The Following Metrical Essay Is Affectionately Inscribed.
Scenes of my youth! awake its slumbering fire!
Ye winds of Memory, sweep the silent lyre!...
A gift of Silence, sweet!
Who may not ever hear:
To lay down at your unobservant feet,
Is all the gift I bear.
I have no songs to sing,
That you should heed or know:...