All Poems
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Dew-drop and Diamond
© Robert Graves
The difference between you and her
(whom I to you did once prefer)
Is clear enough to settle:
She like a diamond shone, but you
Shine like an early drop of dew
Poised on a red rose petal.
A Monarch's Death-Bed
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
A monarch on his death-bed lay -
Did censors waft perfume,
A Pinch of Salt
© Robert Graves
When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You'll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.
Solar Eclipse
© Siegfried Sassoon
Observe these blue solemnities of sky
Offering for the academes of after-ages
A mythologic welkin freaked with white!
Escape
© Robert Graves
August 6, 1916.Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.)
but I was dead, an hour or more.
I woke when Id already passed the door
That Cerberus guards, and half-way down the road
The Chimney-Sweeps Of Cheltenham
© Alfred Noyes
When hawthorn buds are creaming white,
And the red foolscap all stuck with may,
Then lasses walk with eyes alight,
And it's chimney-sweepers' dancing day.
Welsh Incident
© Robert Graves
'But that was nothing to what things came out
From the sea-caves of Criccieth yonder.'
'What were they? Mermaids? dragons? ghosts?'
'Nothing at all of any things like that.'
A Fallen Yew
© Francis Thompson
It seemed corrival of the world's great prime,
Made to un-edge the scythe of Time,
And last with stateliest rhyme.
She Tells Her Love
© Robert Graves
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
When I'm Killed
© Robert Graves
When Im killed, dont think of me
Buried there in Cambrin Wood,
Nor as in Zion think of me
With the Intolerable Good.
And theres one thing that I know well,
Im damned if Ill be damned to Hell!
Two Fusiliers
© Robert Graves
And have we done with War at last?
Well, weve been lucky devils both,
And theres no need of pledge or oath
To bind our lovely friendship fast,
By firmer stuff
Close bound enough.
A Child's Nightmare
© Robert Graves
Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
His chestnut steed with four white feet,
Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,
Son of the road and bandit chief,
Seeking refuge and relief,
Up the mountain pathway flew.
A Plantation Melody
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
De trees is bendin' in de sto'm,
De rain done hid de mountain's fo'm,
I 's 'lone an' in distress.
But listen, dah 's a voice I hyeah,
A-sayin' to me, loud an' cleah,
"Lay low in de wildaness."
Strong Beer
© Robert Graves
What do you think
The bravest drink
Under the sky?
Strong beer, said I.
The Beach
© Robert Graves
Louder than gulls the little children scream
Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam;
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high,
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes--
Heroes of the nursery.
Sonnet XXI: If Beauty Thus Be Clouded
© Samuel Daniel
If Beauty thus be clouded with a frown,
That pity shines no comfort to my bliss,
Love Without Hope
© Robert Graves
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher
Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter,
So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly
Singing about her head, as she rode by.
To Lucasta on Going to the War - For the Fourth Time
© Robert Graves
It doesnt matter whats the cause,
What wrong they say were righting,
A curse for treaties, bonds and laws,
When were to do the fighting!
Warning to Children
© Robert Graves
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
