Pet poems
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The Child-Mother
© George MacDonald
Heavily slumbered noonday bright
Upon the lone field, glory-dight,
A burnished grassy sea:
The child, in gorgeous golden hours,
Through heaven-descended starry flowers,
Went walking on the lea.
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.
Aux Feuillantines
© Victor Marie Hugo
Mes deux frères et moi, nous étions tout enfants.
Notre mère disait: jouez, mais je défends
Qu'on marche dans les fleurs et qu'on monte aux échelles.
Love
© Charles Harpur
SHE loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips
The live confession came, like rich perfume
The Beauteous Flower - Son Of The Imprisioned Count
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Were I not prison'd here.
My sorrow sore oppresses me,
For when I was at liberty,
The Cynotaph
© Richard Harris Barham
Poor Tray charmant!
Poor Tray de mon Ami!
- Dog-bury, and Vergers.
The Girl He Left Behind
© Edgar Albert Guest
We used to think her frivolousyou know how
parents are,
Little Fellow
© Edgar Albert Guest
OH, you laughing little fellow, with your eyes agleam with fun,
And your golden curls a-mockin' all the splendor of the sun,
With your cheeks a wee bit redder than the petals of the rose,
You don't know just what you mean to your daddy, I suppose.
Cobus Hagelstein
© Charles Godfrey Leland
ICH bin ein Deutscher, und mein name is Cobus Hagelstein,
I coom from Cincinnati, and I life peyond der Rhein;
Und I dells you all a shdory dot makes me mad ash blitz,
Pout how a Yankee gompany vas shvindle me to fits.
An Oriental Apologue
© James Russell Lowell
Somewhere in India, upon a time,
(Read it not Injah, or you spoil the verse,)
Love Magical
© Roderic Quinn
IF you had been where I have been
(Grey, grey the skies above),
And you had seen what I have seen,
You would not laugh at love.
Poem At The Centennial Anniversary Dinner Of The Massachusetts Medical Society
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Each has his gifts, his losses and his gains,
Each his own share of pleasures and of pains;
No life-long aim with steadfast eye pursued
Finds a smooth pathway all with roses strewed;
Trouble belongs to man of woman born,--
Tread where he may, his foot will find its thorn.
Roses Only
© Marianne Clarke Moore
You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather
than
Secret Flowers
© Katherine Mansfield
Is love a light for me? A steady light,
A lamp within whose pallid pool I dream
The Awakening
© James Weldon Johnson
I dreamed that I was a rose
That grew beside a lonely way,
Close by a path none ever chose,
And there I lingered day by day.
The Angel In The House. Book I. Canto V.
© Coventry Kersey Dighton Patmore
IV Venus Victrix
Fatal in force, yet gentle in will,
Defeats, from her, are tender pacts,
For, like the kindly lodestone, still
She's drawn herself by what she attracts.
Chanson des oiseaux
© Victor Marie Hugo
Vie ! ô bonheur ! bois profonds,
Nous vivons.
L'essor sans fin nous réclame ;
Planons sur l'air et les eaux !
Les oiseaux
Sont de la poussière d'âme.
The Maid of Toro
© Sir Walter Scott
O, low shone the sun on the fair lake of Toro,
And weak were the whispers that waved the dark wood,
