All Poems
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Weep no more
© John Gould Fletcher
WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Take, Oh Take Those Lips Away
© John Gould Fletcher
Take, oh take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn,
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:
But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but sealed in vain.
Hence, All You Vain Delights from the Nice Valour
© John Gould Fletcher
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Care-charming Sleep
© John Gould Fletcher
Care-charming Sleep, thou easer of all woes,
Brother to Death, sweetly thyself dispose
Bridal Song
© John Gould Fletcher
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,
Not royal in their smells alone,
But in their hue;
Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true;
Beauty Clear and Fair
© John Gould Fletcher
BEAUTY clear and fair,
Where the air
Rather like a perfume dwells;
Where the violet and the rose
Their blue veins and blush disclose,
And come to honour nothing else:
Aspatia's Song
© John Gould Fletcher
LAY a garland on my herse
Of the dismal yew;
Maidens, willow branches bear;
Say, I died true.
to be a poet
© Florbela Espanca
To be a poet is to be louder , bigger
Than men! Biting as who kisses!
It is like being a beggar and to give whoever be
King of the Kingdom of Behind and Beyond Pain!
Ser poeta
© Florbela Espanca
Ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior
Do que os homens! Morder como quem beija!
É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja
Rei do Reino de Aquém e de Além Dor!
With Life's Tomorrow Time You Grasp
© Mihai Eminescu
With life's tomorrow time you grasp,
Its yesterdays you fling away,
And still, in spite of all remains
Its long eternity, today.
What Is Love..
© Mihai Eminescu
What is love ? A lifetime spent
Of days that pain does fill,
That thousand tears can't content,
But asks for tears still.
Tis Eve On The Hillside
© Mihai Eminescu
'Tis eve on the hillside, the bagpipes are distantly wailing,
Flocks going homewards, and stars o'er the firmament sailing,
Sound of the bubbling spring sorrow's legend narrating,
And beneath a tall willow for me, dear one, you are waiting.
The Tale Of The Forest
© Mihai Eminescu
Mighty emperor is the forest,
High dominion does he wield,
And a thousand races prosper
'Neath the shelter of his shield.
