Pet poems
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Schnitzerls Philosopede
© Charles Godfrey Leland
I. PROLOGUE.
HERR SCHNITZERL make a ph'losopede,
Von of de pullyest kind;
It vent mitout a vheel in front,
The Prophecy Of St. Oran: Part II
© Mathilde Blind
I.
THERE was a windless mere, on whose smooth breast
Ormuzd And Ahriman. Part I
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.
Above, below, around!
Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, sphere on sphere!
We listen, but no sound
Rings from your depths profound.
Living Flowers
© Edgar Albert Guest
"I'm never alone in the garden," he said. "I'm
never alone with the flowers.
Monody On The Death Of Wendell Phillips
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
Ever he faced the storm!
No weaver of rare romance,
No patient framer of laws,
No maker of wondrous rhyme,
No bookman wrapt in his dream.
At The Grave Of Keats
© Christopher Pearse Cranch
To G. W. C.
LONG, long ago, in the sweet Roman spring
Through the bright morning air we slowly strolled,
And in the blue heaven heard the skylarks sing
Oedipus Tyrannus or Swellfoot The Tyrant
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Choose Reform or Civil War,
When through thy streets, instead of hare with dogs,
A Consort-Queen shall hunt a King with hogs,
Riding on the IONIAN MINOTAUR.'
The Southern Cross.
© James Brunton Stephens
(A FRUSTRATION.)
FOUR stars on Night's brow, or Night's bosom,
Don Juan: Canto The First
© George Gordon Byron
I want a hero: an uncommon want,
When every year and month sends forth a new one,
The Borough. Letter XI: Inns
© George Crabbe
All the comforts of life in a Tavern are known,
'Tis his home who possesses not one of his own;
And to him who has rather too much of that one,
'Tis the house of a friend where he's welcome to
Crossed Oars
© Boris Pasternak
My boat throbbed in the drowsy depths,
willows bowed, kissing collarbones,
The Fishing Cure
© Edgar Albert Guest
There's nothing that builds up a toil-weary soul
Like a day on a stream,
Memory
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
My mind lets go a thousand things
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
XXIII - De la rue on entend...
© François Coppée
De la rue on entend sa plaintive chanson.
Pâle et rousse, le teint plein de taches de son,
Elle coud, de profil, assise à sa fenêtre.
Très sage et sachant bien qu'elle est laide peut-être,
In A Monastery Garden
© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
OVER the long salt ridges
And the gold sea-poppies between,
A Tale
© Robert Browning
What a pretty tale you told me
Once upon a time
--Said you found it somewhere (scold me!)
Was it prose or was it rhyme,
Greek or Latin? Greek, you said,
While your shoulder propped my head.
Everyday Characters IV - My Partner
© Winthrop Mackworth Praed
"There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed."
-- British Almanack.
A Play Festival In Ogden Park
© Harriet Monroe
Oh gay and shining June time!
Oh meadow brave and bright,
The Rose
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
As late each flower that sweetest blows
I pluck'd, the Garden's pride!
Within the petals of a Rose
A sleeping Love I 'spied.
