Family poems

 / page 9 of 43 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Man Who Couldn't Save

© Edgar Albert Guest

He spent what he made, or he gave it away,

Tried to save money, and would for a day,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Don Juan: Canto The Sixteenth

© George Gordon Byron

The antique Persians taught three useful things,

  To draw the bow, to ride, and speak the truth.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

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.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Don Juan: Canto The Eighth

© George Gordon Byron

Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!

These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Italy : 29. Montorio

© Samuel Rogers

  Generous, and ardent, and as romantic as he could be,
Montorio was in his earliest youth, when, on a summer-
evening, not many years ago, he arrived at the Baths of
* * *.  With a heavy heart, and with many a blessing  on

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Religious Musings : A Desultory Poem Written On The Christmas Eve Of 1794

© Samuel Taylor Coleridge

  What tho' first,
In years unseason'd, I attuned the lay
To idle passion and unreal woe?
Yet serious truth her empire o'er my song

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Stick-Together Families

© Edgar Albert Guest

The stick-together families are happier by far
Than the brothers and the sisters who take separate highways are.
The gladdest people living are the wholesome folks who make
A circle at the fireside that no power but death can break.
And the finest of conventions ever held beneath the sun
Are the little family gatherings when the busy day is done.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Lac Souci

© William Henry Drummond

Talk about lakes! dere’s none dat lies in

  Laurentide mountain or near de sea,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Winner

© Sheldon Allan Silverstein

The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand looked like a drunk old fool,
And I knew that if I hit him right, I could knock him off that stool.
But everybody said, "Watch out, that's Tiger Man McCool.
He's had a whole lot of fights, and he always come out the winner.
Yeah, he's a winner."

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Solomon on the Vanity of the World, A Poem. In Three Books. - Power. Book III.

© Matthew Prior

Come then, my soul: I call thee by that name,
Thou busy thing, from whence I know I am;
For, knowing that I am, I know thou art,
Since that must needs exist which can impart:
But how thou camest to be, or whence thy spring,
For various of thee priests and poets sing.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Lazy Man's Song

© Bai Juyi

I could have a job, but am too lazy to choose it;

I have got land, but am too lazy to farm it.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Monitions of the Unseen

© Jean Ingelow

Now, in an ancient town, that had sunk low,-
Trade having drifted from it, while there stayed
Too many, that it erst had fed, behind,-
There walked a curate once, at early day.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Lord Is His Devotees' Slave

© Sant Surdas

Whatever is a devotee's
caste, clan, family, or name,
Rama's love for him is the same.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Society Upon The Stanislaus

© Francis Bret Harte

I reside at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
I am not up to small deceit or any sinful games;
And I'll tell in simple language what I know about the row
That broke up our Society upon the Stanislow.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Paradiso

© Kenneth Koch

There is no way not to be excited

When what you have been disillusioned by raises its head

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Unhappy Lot Of Mr. Knott

© James Russell Lowell

My worthy friend, A. Gordon Knott,
  From business snug withdrawn,
Was much contented with a lot
That would contain a Tudor cot
'Twixt twelve feet square of garden-plot,
  And twelve feet more of lawn.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Prose

© Stéphane Mallarme

Hyperbole! From my memory
Triumphantly can’t you
Rise today, like sorcery
From an iron-bound book or two:

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Arcadia Rediviva

© James Russell Lowell

I, walking the familiar street,
  While a crammed horse-car jingled through it,
Was lifted from my prosy feet
  And in Arcadia ere I knew it.