Sports poems

 / page 2 of 24 /
star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Bug o' Night

© Benson Mary Josephine

Ghost of Icarus, rise and seeThis boast of Old Mortality,Called "Bug-O'-Night" by men that rideIn winged, sharded, whirring pride.On fateful mission high intent--Invaders of the firmament.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Pleasures of Imagination

© Mark Akenside

BOOK IOf Nature touches the consenting heartsOf mortal men; and what the pleasing storesWhich beauteous imitation thence derivesTo deck the poet's, or the painter's toil;My verse unfolds

star fullstar halfstar nullstar nullstar null

Canada: Case History: 1945

© Earle Birney

This is the case of a high-school land,deadset in adolescence;loud treble laughs and sudden fists,bright cheeks, the gangling presence

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Vaudracour And Julia

© William Wordsworth

O HAPPY time of youthful lovers (thus
My story may begin) O balmy time,
In which a love-knot on a lady's brow
Is fairer than the fairest star in heaven!

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Mermaid

© Per Daniel Amadeus Atterbom

Leaving the sea, the pale moon lights the strand.
  Tracing old runes, a youth inscribes the sand.
  And by the rune-ring waits a woman fair,
  Down to her feet extends her dripping hair.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Henry And Emma. A Poem.

© Matthew Prior

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Portrait From The Infantry

© Alan Dugan

He smelled bad and was red-eyed with the miseries

of being scared while sleepless when he said

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

A Child’s Smile

© Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

A CHILD'S smile--nothing more;
Quiet, and soft, and grave, and seldom seen;
Like summer lightning o'er,
Leaving the little face again serene.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Look Seaward, Sentinel!

© Alfred Austin

I
Look seaward, Sentinel, and tell the land
What you behold.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Rural Sports: A Georgic - Canto II.

© John Gay

Now, sporting muse, draw in the flowing reins,

Leave the clear streams a while for sunny plains.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Vicksburg.—A Ballad

© Paul Hamilton Hayne

FOR sixty days and upwards,
A storm of shell and shot
Rained round us in a flaming shower,
But still we faltered not.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The King and Queen and I

© Henry Lawson

We’re strangers two to two, and each unto the other three—
I do not know the lady and I don’t think she knows me.
We’re strangers to each other here, and to the other two,
And they themselves are strangers yet, if all we hear is true.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Truant Dove, From Pilpay

© Charlotte Turner Smith

A MOUNTAIN stream, its channel deep

Beneath a rock's rough base had torn;

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Childish Recollections

© George Gordon Byron

'I cannot but remember such things were,
And were most dear to me.'
WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains,
Chills the warm, tide which flows along the veins

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

The Daemon Of The World

© Percy Bysshe Shelley

Nec tantum prodere vati,
Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam
Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Snow Storm

© John Clare

What a night! The wind howls, hisses, and but stops

To howl more loud, while the snow volley keeps

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Black Lizzie

© Henry Kendall

But let them pass! To right your wrong,
 Aspasia of the ardent South,
Your poet means to sing a song
 With some prolixity of mouth.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Play The Game

© Jessie Pope

Twenty-Two stalwarts in stripes and shorts

Kicking a ball along,

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Don Juan: Canto The Thirteenth

© George Gordon Byron

I now mean to be serious;--it is time,

  Since laughter now-a-days is deem'd too serious.

star nullstar nullstar nullstar nullstar null

Ode to Health, 1730

© William Shenstone

O Health! capricious maid!
Why dost thou shun my peaceful bower,
Where I had hope to share thy power,
And bless thy lasting aid?