Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes—a great, globed, blazing honeybee of a bloom— for sale in the supermarket! We are in our decadence, we are not entitled. What have we done to deserve all the produce of the tropics— this fiery […]
Nothing Stays Put poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes—a great, globed, blazing honeybee of a bloom— for sale in the supermarket! We are in our decadence, we are not entitled. What have we done to deserve all the produce of the tropics— this […]
The Nautical Why poem – Amy Nawrocki poems | Poems and Poetry
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Compassion poem – Amey Deshpande poems | Poems and Poetry
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Ambrose Bierce – Ambrose Bierce Poems | Poems and Poetry
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On Beer
Be it Pilsner or IPA Drink before it’s gotten stale If the stuff is German lager Know that lager is a camp And unless you’re a beer blogger German camps tend to be quite damp And let’s be honest, frank and bold They don’t serve there apple juice Those places can even turn quite cold […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Going for the Cows. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Going for the Cows I. The juice-big apples’ sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled ‘Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten’d ‘gainst the glaring day; And […]
Empowering Women in Gambia
[ad_1] What a surprise, an invitation to The Republic of The Gambia, West Africa! It was extended from President Yahya Abdulaziz Jemus Junkung Jemmah, himself. I was the only female among our USA group from FSJ and Associates. We were asked to assist President Yahya in the production of their February Independence Day celebrations, develop […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Going for the Cows. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Going for the Cows I. The juice-big apples’ sullen gold, Like lazy Sultans laughed and lolled ‘Mid heavy mats of leaves that lay Green-flatten’d ‘gainst the glaring day; And […]
Robert Burns: The Trogger.: Heron Election Ballad, No. IV.
The Trogger. Heron Election Ballad, No. IV. Type: Song Tune: Buy Broom Besoms. Wha will buy my troggin, fine election ware, Broken trade o’ Broughton, a’ in high repair? Chorus-Buy braw troggin frae the banks o’ Dee; Wha wants troggin let him come to me. There’s a noble Earl’s fame and high renown, For an […]
Robert Burns: My Tocher’s The Jewel:
My Tocher’s The Jewel 1791 Type: Poem O Meikle thinks my luve o’ my beauty, And meikle thinks my luve o’ my kin; But little thinks my luve I ken brawlie My tocher’s the jewel has charms for him. It’s a’ for the apple he’ll nourish the tree, It’s a’ for the hinny he’ll […]
Robert Burns: On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain: A Fragment
On Glenriddell’s Fox Breaking His Chain A Fragment1791 Type: Poem Thou, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That a fantastic cap and rod has; Such stale conceits are poor and silly; I paint thee out, a Highland filly, A sturdy, stubborn, handsome dapple, […]
Robert Burns: Election Ballad: At the close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790. Addressed to R. Graham, Esq. of Fintry.
Election Ballad At the close of the contest for representing the Dumfries Burghs, 1790. Addressed to R. Graham, Esq. of Fintry.1790 Type: Ballad Fintry, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o’ my muse, friend o’ my life, Are ye as idle’s I am? Come then, wi’ uncouth kintra fleg, O’er Pegasus I’ll fling my leg, […]
Robert Burns: Halloween: The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such honour the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.-R.B.
Halloween The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manners and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to […]
Robert Burns: A Dream: Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreaming fancy, made the following Address:
A Dream Thoughts, words, and deeds, the Statute blames with reason; But surely Dreams were ne’er indicted Treason. On reading, in the public papers, the Laureate’s Ode, with the other parade of June 4th, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the Birth-day Levee: and, in his dreaming […]
Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
Address Of Beelzebub To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. […]
Robert Burns: Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary?:
Will Ye Go To The Indies, My Mary? 1786 Type: Song Tune: Will ye go to the Ewe-Bughts, Marion. Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, And leave auld Scotia’s shore? Will ye go to the Indies, my Mary, Across th’ Atlantic roar? O sweet grows the lime and the orange, And the […]
Robert Burns: Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock: Author Of The Gospel Recovered.
Epistle To John Goldie, In Kilmarnock Author Of The Gospel Recovered.1785 Type: Epistle O Gowdie, terror o’ the whigs, Dread o’ blackcoats and rev’rend wigs! Sour Bigotry, on her last legs, Girns an’ looks back, Wishing the ten Egyptian plagues May seize you quick. Poor gapin’, glowrin’ Superstition! Wae’s me, she’s in a sad condition: […]
Lost poem – Alfred Austin
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass, Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise! The brightest moments of the morning pass- Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies. Go up! go up! and melt into the blue, And to heaven’s veil on wings of song repair; But, ere thou dost descend to earth, […]
Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes, In smiles and tears, farewell, And windflowers dapple all the brakes, And primroses the dell; While children in the woodlands yet Adorn […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
“Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life, Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife; Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet, Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet: Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless […]
Lost poem – Alfred Austin
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass, Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise! The brightest moments of the morning pass- Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies. Go up! go up! and melt into the blue, And to heaven’s veil on wings of song repair; But, ere thou dost descend to earth, […]
Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes, In smiles and tears, farewell, And windflowers dapple all the brakes, And primroses the dell; While children in the woodlands yet Adorn […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
“Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life, Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife; Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet, Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet: Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless […]
The Golden Age poem – Alfred Austin
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept, And the first lay as yet in silence slept, A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre To notes of wail and accents warm with fire; Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain, And him who sobbed in pentametric pain; To which […]
When Runnels Began To Leap And Sing poem – Alfred Austin
When runnels began to leap and sing, And daffodil sheaths to blow, Then out of the thicket came blue-eyed Spring, And laughed at the melting snow. “It is time, old Winter, you went,” she said, And flitted across the plain, With an iris scarf around her head, And diamonded with rain. When the hawthorn […]
The Lover’s Song poem – Alfred Austin
When Winter hoar no longer holds The young year in his gripe, And bleating voices fill the folds, And blackbirds pair and pipe; Then coax the maiden where the sap Awakes the woodlands drear, And pour sweet wildflowers in her lap, And sweet words in her ear. For Springtime is the season, sure, Since […]
The Human Tragedy ACT IV poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Gilbert- Miriam- Olympia- Godfrid. Protagonists: Love- Religion- Patriotism- Humanity. Place: Rome-Paris. Time: August 1870 -Close of May1871 And Miriam’s prayer was heard. The hosts of France Low in the dust, low in dishonour, lay: Broken her tumbrils, blunted was her lance, And tinsel Empire vanished in a day. The serried tramp of men, […]
The Human Tragedy ACT III poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Godfrid- Gilbert- Miriam- Olympia. Protagonists: Love- Religion- * Patriotism. Place: Capri-Mentana. Time: October-November 1867 The laggard Child of Liberty and Light, Long travailed by the centuries, now was born: She had put off the obloquy of night, And like a Goddess stood, facing the morn. Minerva’s self had not more full-grown might At […]
The Human Tragedy ACT II poem – Alfred Austin
Personages: Olympia- Godfrid- Gilbert- Olive. Protagonists: Love- Religion. Place: Spiaggiascura-Milan-Florence. Time: March 1858-May 1859 There is a little city in the South, A silent little city by the sea, Where a swift Alpine torrent finds its mouth, And billowy mountains subside smilingly. It knows nor weeping skies nor dewless drouth, No seasons, save when […]
Lost poem – Alfred Austin
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the tangled grass, Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, arise! The brightest moments of the morning pass- Thou shouldst be up, and carolling in the skies. Go up! go up! and melt into the blue, And to heaven’s veil on wings of song repair; But, ere thou dost descend to earth, […]
Is Life Worth Living? poem – Alfred Austin
Is life worth living? Yes, so long As Spring revives the year, And hails us with the cuckoo’s song, To show that she is here; So long as May of April takes, In smiles and tears, farewell, And windflowers dapple all the brakes, And primroses the dell; While children in the woodlands yet Adorn […]
Hymn To Death poem – Alfred Austin
I What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed away; Something pleasant, something fair, That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there. Now from the pasture comes no baby bleat, Nor the frisk of frolic feet There is seen. Blossom and bloom have spread their wings, and […]
Grandmother’s Teaching poem – Alfred Austin
“Grandmother dear, you do not know; you have lived the old-world life, Under the twittering eaves of home, sheltered from storm and strife; Rocking cradles, and covering jams, knitting socks for baby feet, Or piecing together lavender bags for keeping the linen sweet: Daughter, wife, and mother in turn, and each with a blameless […]
A Letter From Italy poem – Alfred Austin
I Lately, when we wished good-bye Underneath a gloomy sky, “Bear,” you said, “my love in mind, Leaving me not quite behind; And across the mountains send News and greeting to your friend.” II Swiftly though we did advance Through the rich flat fields of France, Still the eye grew tired to see Patches […]
Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman
CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom Whence by what way how purposed art thou come To this well-nightingaled vicinity? My object in inquiring is to know. But if you happen to be deaf and dumb And do not understand a word I say, Then wave your hand, to signify as much. […]
Boris Godunov poem – Alexander Pushkin
A poem by Alexander Pushkin – Pouchkine, Pooshkin (1799-1837), in English translation A Drama in Verse DRAMATIS PERSONAE BORIS GODUNOV, afterwards Tsar. PRINCE SHUISKY, Russian noble. PRINCE VOROTINSKY, Russian noble. SHCHELKALOV, Russian Minister of State. FATHER PIMEN, an old monk and chronicler. GREGORY OTREPIEV, a young monk, afterwards the Pretender to the throne of […]
Vertumnus and Pomona : Ovid’s Metamorphoses, book 14 [v. 623-771] poem – Alexander Pope
A poem by Alexander Pope (1688-1744) , the greatest English poet of “Augustan” or Georgian period The fair Pomona flourish’d in his reign; Of all the Virgins of the sylvan train, None taught the trees a nobler race to bear, Or more improv’d the vegetable care. To her the shady grove, the flow’ry field, […]