He Remembers Forgotten Beauty by William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled; The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth; The roses that of […]
Ephemera by William Butler Yeats
‘Your eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning.’ And then She: ‘Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. […]
Ego Dominus Tuus by William Butler Yeats
Hic. On the grey sand beside the shallow stream Under your old wind-beaten tower, where still A lamp burns on beside the open book That Michael Robartes left, you walk in the moon, And, though you have passed the best of life, still trace, Enthralled by the unconquerable delusion, Magical shapes. Ille. By the help […]
Easter, 1916 by William Butler Yeats
I have met them at close of day Coming with vivid faces From counter or desk among grey Eighteenth-century houses. I have passed with a nod of the head Or polite meaningless words, Or have lingered awhile and said Polite meaningless words, And thought before I had done Of a mocking tale or a gibe […]
Crazy Jane On The Mountain by William Butler Yeats
I am tired of cursing the Bishop, (Said Crazy Jane) Nine books or nine hats Would not make him a man. I have found something worse To meditate on. A King had some beautiful cousins. But where are they gone? Battered to death in a cellar, And he stuck to his throne. Last night I […]
Solomon To Sheba by William Butler Yeats
Sang Solomon to Sheba, And kissed her dusky face, ‘All day long from mid-day We have talked in the one place, All day long from shadowless noon We have gone round and round In the narrow theme of love Like a old horse in a pound.’ To Solomon sang Sheba, Plated on his knees, ‘If […]
The Falling Of The Leaves by William Butler Yeats
Autumn is over the long leaves that love us, And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leaves. The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us patt, ere the […]
The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes by William Butler Yeats
I On the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s eye Has called up the cold spirits that are born When the old moon is vanished from the sky And the new still hides her horn. Under blank eyes and fingers never still The particular is pounded till it is man. When had I my own […]
The Countess Cathleen In Paradise by William Butler Yeats
All the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. Bathed in flaming founts of duty She’ll not ask a haughty dress; Carry all that mournful beauty To the scented oaken press. Did the kiss of Mother Mary Put that music in […]
The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
Pour wine and dance if manhood still have pride, Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The cataract smokes upon the mountain side, Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb. Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and clarionet That there be no foot silent in the room Nor mouth from kissing, nor from […]
The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland by William Butler Yeats
He stood among a crowd at Dromahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at last some tenderness, Before earth took him to her stony care; But when a man poured fish into a pile, It Seemed they raised their little silver heads, And sang what gold morning or evening […]
England! awake! awake! awake! by William Blake
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls? Thy hills and valleys felt her feet Gently upon their bosoms move: Thy gates beheld sweet Zion’s ways: Then was a time of joy and love. And now the time returns again: […]
Earth’s Answer by William Blake
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover’d with grey despair. Prison’d on watery shore Starry Jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar Weeping o’er I hear the father of the ancient men Selfish father of men Cruel jealous selfish fear Can […]
Elegy VII. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
As yet a stranger to the gentle fires That Amathusia’s smiling Queen inspires, Not seldom I derided Cupid’s darts, And scorn’d his claim to rule all human hearts. Go, child, I said, transfix the tim’rous dove, An easy conquest suits an infant Love; Enslave the sparrow, for such prize shall be Sufficient triumph to a […]
Elegy VI. To Charles Diodati, When He Was Visiting In The Country (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
With no rich viands overcharg’d, I send Health, which perchance you want, my pamper’d friend; But wherefore should thy Muse tempt mine away From what she loves, from darkness into day? Art thou desirous to be told how well I love thee, and in verse? Verse cannot tell. For verse has bounds, and must in […]
Elegy V. Anno Aet. 20. On The Approach Of Spring (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
Time, never wand’ring from his annual round, Bids Zephyr breathe the Spring, and thaw the ground; Bleak Winter flies, new verdure clothes the plain, And earth assumes her transient youth again. Dream I, or also to the Spring belong Increase of Genius, and new pow’rs of song? Spring gives them, and, how strange soere it […]
Elegy I. To Charles Deodati (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
At length, my friend, the far-sent letters come, Charged with thy kindness, to their destin’d home, They come, at length, from Deva’s Western side, Where prone she seeks the salt Vergivian tide. Trust me, my joy is great that thou shouldst be, Though born of foreign race, yet born for me, And that my sprightly […]
Eclogue:–The Common A-Took In by William Barnes
_Thomas an’ John._ THOMAS. Good morn t’ye, John. How b’ye? how b’ye? Zoo you be gwaïn to market, I do zee. Why, you be quite a-lwoaded wi’ your geese. JOHN. Ees, Thomas, ees. Why, I’m a-gettèn rid ov ev’ry goose An’ goslèn I’ve a-got: an’ what is woose, I fear that I must zell my […]
Eclogue:–Come And Zee Us In The Zummer by William Barnes
_John; William; William’s Bwoy; and William’s Maïd at Feäir._ JOHN. Zoo here be your childern, a-sheärèn Your feäir-day, an’ each wi’ a feäirèn. WILLIAM. Aye, well, there’s noo peace ‘ithout comèn To stannèn an’ show, in the zummer. JOHN. An’ how is your Jeäne? still as merry As ever, wi’ cheäks lik’ a cherry? WILLIAM. […]
Elegy Written At Hotwells, Bristol by William Lisle Bowles
INSCRIBED TO THE REV. W. HOWLEY. The morning wakes in shadowy mantle gray, The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold, Prone from the cliff the falcon wheels her way, And long and loud the bell’s slow chime is tolled. The reddening light gains fast upon the skies, And far away the glistening vapours sail, Down […]
England! The Time Is Come When Thou Should’st Wean by William Wordsworth
ENGLAND! the time is come when thou should’st wean Thy heart from its emasculating food; The truth should now be better understood; Old things have been unsettled; we have seen Fair seed-time, better harvest might have been But for thy trespasses; and, at this day, If for Greece, Egypt, India, Africa, Aught good were destined, […]
Ellen Irwin Or The Braes Of Kirtle by William Wordsworth
FAIR Ellen Irwin, when she sate Upon the braes of Kirtle, Was lovely as a Grecian maid Adorned with wreaths of myrtle; Young Adam Bruce beside her lay, And there did they beguile the day With love and gentle speeches, Beneath the budding beeches. From many knights and many squires The Bruce had been selected; […]
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle by William Wordsworth
I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile! Four summer weeks I dwelt in sight of thee: I saw thee every day; and all the while Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy sea. So pure the sky, so quiet was the air! So like, so very like, was day to day! Whene’er I looked, […]
An Evening Walk by William Wordsworth
Addressed To A Young Lady FAR from my dearest Friend, ’tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Where Derwent rests, and listens to the roar That stuns the tremulous cliffs of high Lodore; Where peace to Grasmere’s lonely island leads, To willowy hedge-rows, and to emerald meads; Leads to […]
Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of — by William Wordsworth
I COME, ye little noisy Crew, Not long your pastime to prevent; I heard the blessing which to you Our common Friend and Father sent. I kissed his cheek before he died; And when his breath was fled, I raised, while kneeling by his side, His hand:-it dropped like lead. Your hands, dear Little-ones, do […]
Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
What have you more than I, who crave you so? Have I not hands and feet and thoughts to tell? All my sweet senses and fine dreams that swell Rich with contentments that the star-winds blow? Yet do I need you everywhere I go, As if you held me in some stinging spell; And nothing […]
Memory poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
Late, late last night, when the whole world slept, Along to the garden of dreams I crept. And I pulled the bell of an old, old house Where the moon dipped down like a little white mouse. I tapped the door and I tossed my head: “Are you in, little girl? Are you in?” I […]
Love Sonnet XXI poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
If there should be a moon above the hill To-night, dip down with me into the sea Of our first passion, and, with naked glee, Breathe its ripe wonder to our beings’ fill. O, as the moonbeams on the violets spill Rivers of uncontrolled felicity, We’ll tune our bodies to a melody And set our […]
Love Sonnet XV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul, More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare, Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair And folding up my body like a scroll. O, lie with me all night, and let the roll Of Rapture’s waves wash over us, as, bare Of anything save Love, we […]
Love Sonnet XLIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
In me there is a vast and lonely place, Where none, not even you, have walked in sight. A wide, still vale of solitude and light, Where Silence echoes into ebbing space. And there I creep at times and hide my face, While in myself I fathom wrong and right, And all the timeless ages […]
Love Sonnet XLIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
Love is the sepulchre of all my sin, If it be sin to let the body sink In that slow dying the sick senses drink That ne’er have felt true Love’s delight rush in. Hot Vice may sear the bloom of Beauty’s skin Polluting Virtue with a painted wink, But Love smiles lightly at such […]
Love Sonnet X poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
And then came Science with her torch red-lit And cosmic marvels round her glowing head— The primal cell, the worm, the quadruped— Striving to make each to the other fit. Tongue-trumpeting her own unchallenged wit, She offered me the woof of Wisdom’s thread, And Truth and Purity that hourly tread The paths where sages in […]
Girl-Gladness poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
It’s holiday time on the hollyhock hills, And I wish you would come with me laddie-love, now, The butterfly-bells, from the Folly-fool rills, Will ring if you listen, and drop on your brow. So, dear come along, I’ve a kiss and a song, And I know where the fairies are forging a gong To ring […]
Sonnet Of Motherhood XLV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster
Sonnet Of Motherhood XLV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster Dearest, your mother feels (though dead) this birth— Laughs at the fire within your shining eyes— Your eyes, yet mine, wherein such glory lies Never before beheld upon the earth. She scents the fragrance of the lily-mirth Lilting this body that […]
Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster
Love Sonnet LIV poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems | Poetry Monster What have you more than I, who crave you so? Have I not hands and feet and thoughts to tell? All my sweet senses and fine dreams that swell Rich with contentments that the star-winds blow? Yet do I need you everywhere […]
Someone left a pen… poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster
Someone left a pen… poem – Yuyutsu Sharma poems | Poetry Monster On the forsakentable of a restaurant, Zwarte Ruiter,Starbucks, Willy’s Bar,someone left a pen for me. Someone lefta feather, a note scribbledin a language illegiblealong the stony pavements of a dome,Milan, Rome, Koln. Someone left a page,flash of a naked conch shell on an abandoned shore,Den […]
He comes poem – Yehudah ha-Levi poems | Poetry Monster
He comes poem – Yehudah ha-Levi poems | Poetry Monster He comes, O bliss!Fly swiftly, you winds,You odorous breezes,And tell him how longI’ve waited for this! O happy that night,When sunk on your breast,Your kisses fast falling,And drunken with love,My troth I did plight. Again my sweet friendEmbrace me close.Yes, heaven does bless us,And now […]
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot
The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot On the meaning and significance of the poem Translations The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot FOR EZRA POUND IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull […]
Émigrés by Anna Barkova
edited, unrhymed translation by © Евгений Сухарников, Fledermaus, Poetry Monster, 2021, Russian original Émigrés by Anna Barkova Émigrés both internal and external, We, eternal migrants on the go, Though we are keen to lull our own feelings, Friendships fade and enmity grows. Émigrés both internal and external, No one waits for us or wants us […]
Civil War Songs
Civil War Songs – a small collection of American Civil War Songs [lwptoc] THE BATTLE CRY OF FREEDOM by George F. Root, 1862 Yes, we’ll rally round the flag, boys rally once again, Shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom And we’ll rally from the hillside We’ll gather from the plains, Shouting the Battle Cry […]