Dreams poems
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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.
© John Kenyon
A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.
Poetry
© Charles Harpur
RISING and setting suns of Liberty
Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn
Forby Sutherland
© George Gordon McCrae
A LANE of elms in June;the air
Of eve is cool and calm and sweet.
An Invitation To Maecenas
© Eugene Field
Dear, noble friend! a virgin cask
Of wine solicits your attention;
Elegy XII
© John Donne
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
Ring Of Grass
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Rings of grass crowns of flowers they're gone gone gone gone
Furs that I woven of whispering hours gone gone gone gone
She's gone away where the rings are real
And the furs have warmth that a woman can feel
Round and round round goes the wheel
And she's gone gone gone gone gone
One by One
© Adelaide Anne Procter
One by one the sands are flowing,
One by one the moments fall:
Some are coming, some are going;
Do not strive to grasp them all.
The Crusader
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Effigy mailed and mighty beneath thy mail
That liest asleep with hand upon carved sword--hilt
As ready to waken and strong to stand and hail
Death, where hosts are shaken and hot life spilt;
Meditation At Perugia
© Duncan Campbell Scott
The sunset colours mingle in the sky,
And over all the Umbrian valleys flow;
Agro-Dolce
© James Russell Lowell
One kiss from all others prevents me,
And sets all my pulses astir,
And burns on my lips and torments me:
'Tis the kiss that I fain would give her.
Autumn Evening
© Viggo Stuckenberg
The sun has set. Around the tower creeps night's forest of darkness.
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!
Mater Amabilis
© Emma Lazarus
Down the goldenest of streams,
Tide of dreams,
The fair cradled man-child drifts;
Sways with cadenced motion slow,
To and fro,
As the mother-foot poised lightly, falls and lifts.
To a Lady who sent me a copy of verses at my going to bed
© Henry King
Lady your art or wit could nere devise
To shame me more then in this nights surprise.
Why I am quite unready, and my eye
Now winking like my candle, doth deny
Unencouraged Aspiration
© Madison Julius Cawein
Is mine the part of no companion hand
Of help, except my shadow's silent self?
A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land
Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf;
