Dreams poems
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Eureka poem
© Anonymous
As I lay sleeping
on Bakery Hill
I heard her calling:
The leaves were still.
The English Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
There is a dimness fallen on old fames.
Our hearts are solemnized with dearer names
Than Time is bright with: we have not heard alone,
Or read of it in books; it is our own
A Dream -- English Translation
© Rabindranath Tagore
In the temple of Mahakal
The evening prayer bell rang
The crowded roads were now empty
The dusk was falling
And the rooftops were glowing
With the rays of setting sun.
Spain
© Arthur Symons
Josefa, when you sing,
With clapping hands, the sorrows of your Spain,
And all the bright-shawled ring
Laugh and clap hands again,
I think how all the sorrows were in vain.
PARADOX. That Fruition destroyes Love
© Henry King
Love is our Reasons Paradox, which still
Against the judgment doth maintain the Will:
And governs by such arbitrary laws,
It onely makes the Act our Likings cause:
Hermes Trismegistus
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Still through Egypt's desert places
Flows the lordly Nile,
On The Persecution Of The Jews In Russia
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
WHAT murmurs are these that so wofully rise
Into heart-storms of agony borne from afar?
A tempest of passion, a tumult of sighs?
There is dread on the earth, and stern grief in the skies,
While the nations, appalled, watch the realm of the Czar!
Fragment XV
© James Macpherson
Lamderg! says Firchios son of Aydon,
Gealchossa may be on the hill;
she and her chosen maids pursuing the
flying deer.
Senlin: A Biography Pt. 01:His Dark Origins
© Conrad Aiken
He lights his pipe with a pointed flame.
'Yet, there were many autumns before I came,
And many springs. And more will come, long after
There is no horn for me, or song, or laughter.
The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies
© Thomas Hood
I
'Twas in that mellow season of the year
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves
Till they be gold,and with a broader sphere
The Seed-Shop
© Muriel Stuart
Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
Songs with Preludes: Lamentation
© Jean Ingelow
I read upon that book,
Which down the golden gulf doth let us look
Then And Now
© Madison Julius Cawein
When my old heart was young, my dear,
The Earth and Heaven were so near
July
© John Payne
THE meadows slumber in the golden shine;
Full-mirrored in the river's glass serene,
Dream Song I
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Long years ago, within a distant clime,
Ere Love had touched me with his wand sublime,
The Antipodes.
© James Brunton Stephens
A TOWN, a river, hills and trees,
Blue-bounded by the boundless sky
The Song Of Songs
© Madison Julius Cawein
I HEARD a Spirit singing as, beyond the morning winging,
Its radiant form went swinging like a star:
In its song prophetic voices mixed their sounds with trumpet-noises,
As when, loud, the World rejoices after war.
Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue I
© John Kenyon
Yet the heart vents still more indignant blame,
Where Lawgivers their sullen codes proclaim,
And idly would constrain the creed within,
As if Belief were Crime, and ToleranceSin.
