Life poems
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Shakespeare's Sonnets: O, for my sake do you with fortune chide
© William Shakespeare
O, for my sake do you with fortune chide,The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds,That did not better for my life provideThan public means which public manners breeds
Shakespeare's Sonnets: No longer mourn for me when I am dead
© William Shakespeare
No longer mourn for me when I am deadThan you shall hear the surly sullen bellGive warning to the world that I am fledFrom this vile world with vildest worms to dwell:Nay, if you read this line, remember notThe hand that writ it, for I love you soThat I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotIf thinking on me then should make you woe
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye
© William Shakespeare
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eyeThat thou consum'st thy self in single life?Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,The world will wail thee like a makeless wife,The world will be thy widow and still weepThat thou no form of thee hast left behind,When every private widow well may keep,By children's eyes, her husband's shape in mind:Look what an unthrift in the world doth spendShifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it,But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,And kept unused the user so destroys it: No love tow'rd others in that bosom sits That on himself such murd'rous shame commits
Shakespeare's Sonnets: I never saw that you did painting need
© William Shakespeare
I never saw that you did painting needAnd therefore to your fair no painting set
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But wherefore do not you a mightier way
© William Shakespeare
But wherefore do not you a mightier wayMake war upon this bloody tyrant timeAnd fortify your self in your decayWith means more blessèd than my barren rhyme?Now stand you on the top of happy hours,And many maiden gardens yet unset,With virtuous wish would bear your living flow'rs,Much liker than your painted counterfeit:So should the lines of life that life repairWhich this (time's pencil or my pupil pen)Neither in inward worth nor outward fairCan make you live your self in eyes of men; To give away your self keeps your self still, And you must live drawn by your own sweet skill
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But do thy worst to steal thy self away
© William Shakespeare
But do thy worst to steal thy self away,For term of life thou art assurèd mine,And life no longer than thy love will stay,For it depends upon that love of thine
Shakespeare's Sonnets: But be contented when that fell arrest
© William Shakespeare
But be contented when that fell arrestWithout all bail shall carry me away
Richard II (excerpts): Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
© William Shakespeare
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs
Macbeth (excerpts): Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
© William Shakespeare
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrowCreeps in this petty pace from day to dayTo the last syllable of recorded time,And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death
Hamlet (excerpts): To be or not to be, that is the question
© William Shakespeare
To be or not to be, that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troublesAnd by opposing end them
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Against my love shall be as I am now
© William Shakespeare
Against my love shall be as I am nowWith time's injurious hand crush't and o'er-worn,When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his browWith lines and wrinkles, when his youthful mornHath travail'd on to age's steepy night,And all those beauties whereof now he's kingAre vanishing, or vanish't out of sight,Stealing away the treasure of his spring
Christmas Carols (It Came upon the Midnight Clear)
© Edmund Hamilton Sears
It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earth To touch their harps of gold;"Peace on the earth, good will to men From heaven's all-gracious King" --The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing
The Links of Love
© Seaman Owen
My heart is like a driver-club, That heaves the pellet hard and straight,That carries every let and rub, The whole performance really great;My heart is like a bulger-head, That whiffles on the wily tee,Because my love has kindly said She'll halve the round of life with me
The Girt Woak Tree
© William Barnes
The girt woak tree that's in the dell !
There's noo tree I do love so well;
Marmion: Canto 6
© Sir Walter Scott
Next morn the Baron climb'd the tower,To view afar the Scottish power, Encamp'd on Flodden edge:The white pavilions made a show,Like remnants of the winter snow, Along the dusky ridge
Social Notes I, 1932
© Scott Francis Reginald
"We see thee rise, O Canada, The true North, strong and free,(Tralala-lala, tralala-lala, etc. ...)
My Amoeba Is Unaware
© Scott Francis Reginald
of this poem in its favour, though it sharesin my totality
Suicide in Trenches
© Siegfried Sassoon
I knew a simple soldier boyWho grinned at life in empty joy,Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,And whistled early with the lark.
Youth and Calm
© Matthew Arnold
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
