Friendship poems
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Florio : A Tale, For Fine Gentleman And Fine Ladies. In Two Parts
© Hannah More
PART I.
Florio, a youth of gay renown,
Decoration
© Thomas Wentworth Higginson
MID the flower-wreathed tombs I stand
Bearing lilies in my hand.
Comrades! in what soldier-grave
Sleeps the bravest of the brave?
Walter And Jane: Or, The Poor Blacksmith
© Robert Bloomfield
'We brav'd Life's storm together; while that Drone,
'Your poor old Uncle, WALTER, liv'd alone.
'He died the other day: when round his bed
'No tender soothing tear Affection shed--
'Affection! 'twas a plant he never knew;--
'Why should he feast on fruits he never grew?'
Do You Remember?
© Henry Herbert Knibbs
My pony knickers at the corral bars,
The fog drifts landward from the evening sea:
To J. P.
© John Greenleaf Whittier
John Pierpont, the eloquent preacher and poet of Boston.
Not as a poor requital of the joy
The Wonder-Working Magician - Act III
© Denis Florence MacCarthy
DEMON. Why, how is this, that using your free-will
More than my precept meant,
Say for what end, what object, what intent,
Through ignorance or boldness can it be,
You thus come forth the sun's bright face to see?
Tir Nan Og
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
THE breeze blows out from the land and it seeks the sea,
O and O! that my sail were set and away--
Fast and free on its wings would my sailing be
To the west: to the Tir Nan Og, where the blessed stay!
My Wifes Second Husband
© Henry Lawson
THE WORLD goes round, old fellow,
And still Im in the swim,
A Memorial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Oh, thicker, deeper, darker growing,
The solemn vista to the tomb
Must know henceforth another shadow,
And give another cypress room.
An Athenian Reverie
© Archibald Lampman
How the returning days, one after one,
Came ever in their rhythmic round, unchanged,
Mutability - II.
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
The flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tale XXI
© George Crabbe
rise;
Not there the wise alone their entrance find,
Imparting useful light to mortals blind;
But, blind themselves, these erring guides hold out
Alluring lights to lead us far about;
Screen'd by such means, here Scandal whets her
To Cloe
© Matthew Prior
Whilst I am scorch'd with hot desire,
In vain cold Friendship you return,
Your drops of pity on my fire,
Alas! but make it fiercer burn.
A Parting Health
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
YES, we knew we must lose him,--though friendship may claim
To blend her green leaves with the laurels of fame;
Though fondly, at parting, we call him our own,
'T is the whisper of love when the bugle has blown.
Griselda: A Society Novel In Verse - Chapter IV
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
How shall I take up this vain parable
And ravel out its issue? Heaven and Hell,
The principles of good and evil thought,
Embodied in our lives, have blindly fought
