Travel poems
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Rhymed Plea For Tolerance - Dialogue II.
© John Kenyon
A.
By no faint shame withheld from general gaze,
'Tis thus, my friend, we bask us in the blaze;
Where deeds, more surface-smooth than inly bright,
Snatch up a transient lustre from the light.
Elegy XII
© John Donne
COME Fates ; I fear you not ! All whom I owe
Are paid, but you ; then 'rest me ere I go.
The Snowstorm
© Ralph Waldo Emerson
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Fidelity
© William Wordsworth
A BARKING sound the Shepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;
He halts--and searches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:
On The Field Of Waterloo
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
So then, the name which travels side by side
With English life from childhoodWaterloo
The Cloud Messenger - Part 04
© Kalidasa
The slender young woman who is there would be the premier creation by the
Creator in the sphere of women, with fine teeth, lips like a ripe bimba fruit, a
slim waist, eyes like a startled gazelles, a deep navel, a gait slow on account
of the weight of her hips, and who is somewhat bowed down by her breasts.
Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish)
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O let the soul her slumbers break,
Let thought be quickened, and awake;
Awake to see
How soon this life is past and gone,
And death comes softly stealing on,
How silently!
Banished from Massachusetts
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Over the threshold of his pleasant home
Set in green clearings passed the exiled Friend,
Unencouraged Aspiration
© Madison Julius Cawein
Is mine the part of no companion hand
Of help, except my shadow's silent self?
A moonlight traveller in Fancy's land
Of leering gnome and hollow-laughing elf;
The Bunch Of Grapes
© George Herbert
Joy, I did lock thee up: but some bad man
Hath let thee out again:
Afar In The Desert
© Thomas Pringle
Afar in the Desert I love to ride,
With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side:
Extracts From An Opera
© John Keats
1.
The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silve-proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.
The Golden Wedding Of Longwood
© John Greenleaf Whittier
With fifty years between you and your well-kept wedding vow,
The Golden Age, old friends of mine, is not a fable now.
The Return Of Belisarius
© Francis Bret Harte
(MUD FLAT, 1860)
So you're back from your travels, old fellow,
The Pilgrim of Life.
© Caroline Norton
PILGRIM, who toilest up life's weary steep,
To reach the summit still with pleasure crowned;
Italy : 14. Venice
© Samuel Rogers
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
