Birthday poems

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Aurora Leigh: Book Two

© Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I pulled the branches down
To choose from.

Two Poems To Harriet Beecher Stowe

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

ON HER SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY, JUNE 14, 1882

To Frederick Henry Hedge

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

FIT emblem for the altar's side,
And him who serves its daily need,
The stay, the solace, and the guide
Of mortal men, whate'er his creed!

At One Again

© Jean Ingelow

Two angry men-in heat they sever,
And one goes home by a harvest field:-
"Hope's nought," quoth he, "and vain endeavor;
I said and say it, I will not yield!

Ode For Washingtons Birthday

© Oliver Wendell Holmes

CELEBRATION OF THE MERCANTILE LIBRARY ASSOCIATION,

FEBRUARY 22, 1856

To The Poet Whittier. On His 70th Birthday.

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FROM this far realm of pines I waft thee now
A brother's greeting, Poet, tried and true;
So thick the laurels on thy reverend brow,
We scarce can see the white locks glimmering through!

In The South Pacific

© Mary Hannay Foott

O day, for dawn of thee how prayed
The spirit, sore distressed;
Thy latest beams, upslanting, made
A pathway for the blest.

BEFORE your life that is to come,
Love stands with eager eyes, that vainly
Seek to discern what gift may fit
The slow unfolding years of it;
And still Time's lips are sealed and dumb,
And still Love sees no future plainly.

To My Mother

© John Le Gay Brereton

Once more the Christian festival is near,

And I, for whom each day repeats all days

Toys And Life

© Edgar Albert Guest

You can learn a lot from boys

By the way they use their toys;

The Farmer Of Tilsbury Vale

© William Wordsworth

'TIS not for the unfeeling, the falsely refined,
The squeamish in taste, and the narrow of mind,
And the small critic wielding his delicate pen,
That I sing of old Adam, the pride of old men.

My Birthday

© Charles Lamb

A dozen years since in this house what commotion,
What bustle, what stir, and what joyful ado;
Every soul in the family at my devotion,
When into the world I came twelve years ago.

The Hamadryad

© Walter Savage Landor

Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?

A Birthday Trifle

© Henry Kendall

Here in this gold-green evening end,

While air is soft and sky is clear,

Viva Perpetua

The night is passing. In a few short hours
I too shall suffer for the name of Christ.
A boundless exaltation lifts my soul!
I know that they who left us, Saturus,
Perpetua, and the other blessed ones,
Await me at the opening gates of heaven.

To May

THOUGH many suns have risen and set

Since thou, blithe May, wert born,

Stella's Birthday, March 13, 1726

This day, whate'er the Fates decree,

Shall still be kept with joy by me;

Inscriptions

I call as fly the irrevocable hours,
Futile as air or strong as fate to make
Your lives of sand or granite; awful powers,
Even as men choose, they either give or take.

Lycus the Centaur

© Thomas Hood

FROM AN UNROLLED MANUSCRIPT OF APOLLONIUS CURIUS

(The Argument: Lycus, detained by Circe in her magical dominion, is beloved by a Water Nymph, who, desiring to render him immortal, has recourse to the Sorceress. Circe gives her an incantation to pronounce, which should turn Lycus into a horse; but the horrible effect of the charm causing her to break off in the midst, he becomes a Centaur).