All Poems
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Healthy Labour.
© Robert Crawford
The charm of labour is health's appetite,
For lack of which the clammy sinew is
A joyless power, and, like a hopeless heart,
Throbs to a sickly tune.
Love Of Life
© Alfred Austin
Why love life more, the less of it be left,
And what is left be little but the lees,
On John Dawson, Butler Of C.C.
© William Strode
Dawson the Butler's dead: Although I think
Poets were ne'er infusde with single drinke
Ile spend a farthing muse; some watry verse
Will serve the turne to cast upon his hearse;
The Coming Of Spring: Madrid
© Arthur Symons
Spring is come back, and the little voices are calling,
The birds are calling, the little green buds on the trees,
A song in the street, and an old and sleepy tune;
All the sounds of the spring are falling, falling,
Gentle as rain, on my heart, and I hear all these
As a sick man hears men talk from the heart of a swoon.
On Jealousy
© William Strode
There is a thing that nothing is,
A foolish wanton, sober wise;
It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares,
And yet it flies, it sees, it heares;
The Long March
© Mao Zedong
The Red Army fears not the trials of the Long March,
Holding light ten thousand crags and torrents.
On His Lady Marie
© William Strode
Marie, Incarnate Virtue, Soule and Skin
Both pure, whom Death not Life convincd of Sin,
Had Daughters like seven Pleiades; but She
Was a prime Star of greatest Claritie.
On His Lady Denys
© William Strode
Denys hath merited no slender praise,
In that She well supplied the Formers daies.
Conceive how Good she was, whose very worst
Unto her Knight was This, that She dyed First.
The Haglets
© Herman Melville
There, peaked and gray, three haglets fly,
And follow, follow fast in wake
Where slides the cabin-lustre shy,
And sharks from man a glamour take,
Seething along the line of light
In lane that endless rules the war-ship's flight.
On Gray Eyes
© William Strode
Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night,
How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light,
So farr the glory of the gray-bright eye
Out-vyes the black in lovely majesty.
Horreur sympathique (Sympathetic Horror)
© Charles Baudelaire
De ce ciel bizarre et livide,
Tourmenté comme ton destin,
Quels pensers dans ton âme vide
Descendent? réponds, libertin.
On Chloris Walking in the Snow
© William Strode
I saw fair Chloris walk alone,Whilst feather'd rain came softly down,And Jove descended from his towerTo court her in a silver shower
Miracles
© Conrad Aiken
Twilight is spacious, near things in it seem far,
And distant things seem near.
On Chloris Standing By The Fire
© William Strode
Faire Chloris, standing by the Fire,
An amorous coale with hot desire
Leapt on her breast, but could not melt
The chaste snow there--which when it felt
Full Moon and Little Frieda
© Ted Hughes
A cool small evening shrunk to a dog bark and the clank of a bucket -
And you listening.
A spider's web, tense for the dew's touch.
A pail lifted, still and brimming - mirror
To tempt a first star to a tremor.
On A Watch Made By A Blacksmith
© William Strode
A Vulcan and a Venus seldom part.
A blacksmith never us'd to filinge art
Beyond a lock and key, for Venus' sake
Hath cut a watch soe small that sence will ake
When June Is Here
© James Whitcomb Riley
When June is here--what art have we to sing
The whiteness of the lilies midst the green
On A Register For A Bible
© William Strode
I am the faythfull deputy
Unto your fading memory.
Your Index long in search doth hold;
Your folded wrinkles make books olde:
On A Great Hollow Tree
© William Strode
Preethee stand still awhile, and view this tree
Renown'd and honour'd for antiquitie
By all the neighbour twiggs; for such are all
The trees adjoyning, bee they nere so tall,
