Napoleon by Walter de la Mare
Napoleon by Walter de la Mare ‘What is the world, O soldiers? It is I: I, this incessant snow, This northern sky; Soldiers, this solitude Through which we go Is I.’ ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository […]
An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare
An Epitaph by Walter de la Mare Here lies a most beautiful lady, Light of step and heart was she; I think she was the most beautiful lady That ever was in the West Country. But beauty vanishes, beauty passes; However rare — rare it be; And when I crumble,who will remember This lady of […]
To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit several Persons of Importance by Sir Walter Raleigh
To a Lady with an Unruly and Ill-mannered Dog Who Bit several Persons of Importance by Sir Walter Raleigh Your dog is not a dog of grace; He does not wag the tail or beg; He bit Miss Dickson in the face; He bit a Bailie in the leg. What tragic choices such a dog […]
The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh
The Nymph’s Reply To The Shepherd by Sir Walter Raleigh If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd’s tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel […]
The Conclusion by Sir Walter Raleigh
The Conclusion by Sir Walter Raleigh EVEN such is Time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wander’d all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, […]
The Artist by Sir Walter Raleigh
The Artist by Sir Walter Raleigh The Artist and his Luckless Wife They lead a horrid haunted life, Surrounded by the things he’s made That are not wanted by the trade. The world is very fair to see; The Artist will not let it be; He fiddles with the works of God, And makes them […]
Stans Puer ad Mensam by Sir Walter Raleigh
Stans Puer ad Mensam by Sir Walter Raleigh Attend my words, my gentle knave, And you shall learn from me How boys at dinner may behave With due propriety. Guard well your hands: two things have been Unfitly used by some; The trencher for a tambourine, The table for a drum. We could not lead […]
Song of Myself by Sir Walter Raleigh
Song of Myself by Sir Walter Raleigh I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. The Rich were not aware of it; The Poor took no care of it. The Reverend Mr. Drewitt Never knew it. The High did not suspect it; The […]
Sestina Otiosa by Sir Walter Raleigh
Sestina Otiosa by Sir Walter Raleigh Our great work, the Otia Merseiana, Edited by learned Mister Sampson, And supported by Professor Woodward, Is financed by numerous Bogus Meetings Hastily convened by Kuno Meyer To impose upon the Man of Business. All in vain! The accomplished Man of Business Disapproves of Otia Merseiana, Turns his back […]
On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh
On Being Challenged to Write an Epigram in the Manner of Herrick by Sir Walter Raleigh To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session, His kids were his delight, and physics his profession; Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge, Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to […]
Life by Sir Walter Raleigh
Life by Sir Walter Raleigh What is our life? A play of passion, Our mirth the music of division, Our mother’s wombs the tiring-houses be, Where we are dressed for this short comedy. Heaven the judicious sharp spectator is, That sits and marks still who doth act amiss. Our graves that hide us from the […]
Epitaph by Sir Walter Raleigh
Epitaph by Sir Walter Raleigh Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust, Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days, And from which earth, and […]
A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh
A Literature Lesson. Sir Patrick Spens in the Eighteenth Century Manner by Sir Walter Raleigh VERSE I In a famed town of Caledonia’s land, A prosperous port contiguous to the strand, A monarch feasted in right royal state; But care still dogs the pleasures of the Great, And well his faithful servants could surmise From […]
On Catullus by Walter Savage Landor
On Catullus by Walter Savage Landor Tell me not what too well I know About the bard of Sirmio. Yes, in Thalia’s son Such stains there are—as when a Grace Sprinkles another’s laughing face With nectar, and runs on. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic […]
Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra by Walter Savage Landor
Corinna, from Athens, to Tanagra by Walter Savage Landor Tanagra! think not I forget Thy beautifully-storey’d streets; Be sure my memory bathes yet In clear Thermodon, and yet greets The blythe and liberal shepherd boy, Whose sunny bosom swells with joy When we accept his matted rushes Upheaved with sylvan fruit; away he bounds, and […]
Ianthe! You are Call’d to Cross the Sea by Walter Savage Landor
Ianthe! You are Call’d to Cross the Sea by Walter Savage Landor Ianthe! you are call’d to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon the mountain-heads, How often we have watcht him laying down His brow, and dropt our own Against each other’s, and how faint and […]
Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel by Walter Savage Landor
Mother, I cannot mind my Wheel by Walter Savage Landor MOTHER, I cannot mind my wheel; My fingers ache, my lips are dry: O, if you felt the pain I feel! But O, who ever felt as I? No longer could I doubt him true– All other men may use deceit; He always said my […]
Ianthe by Walter Savage Landor
Ianthe by Walter Savage Landor From you, Ianthe, little troubles pass Like little ripples down a sunny river; Your pleasures spring like daisies in the grass, Cut down, and up again as blithe as ever. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster […]
Child of a Day by Walter Savage Landor
Child of a Day by Walter Savage Landor Child of a day, thou knowest not The tears that overflow thy urn, The gushing eyes that read thy lot, Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return! And why the wish! the pure and blest Watch like thy mother o’er thy sleep. O peaceful night! O envied rest! […]
Late Leaves by Walter Savage Landor
Late Leaves by Walter Savage Landor THE leaves are falling; so am I; The few late flowers have moisture in the eye; So have I too. Scarcely on any bough is heard Joyous, or even unjoyous, bird The whole wood through. Winter may come: he brings but nigher His circle (yearly narrowing) to the fire […]
On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor
On An Eclipse Of The Moon by Walter Savage Landor Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to help thee, with half-open eyes, And trembled every one with still surprise, That the black Spectre should have dared assail Their beauteous queen and seize […]
Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor
Mild is the Parting Year by Walter Savage Landor Mild is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And balmless is its closing day. I wait its close, I court its gloom, But mourn that never must there fall Or on my breast or on […]
I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson by Walter Savage Landor
I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson by Walter Savage Landor I entreat you, Alfred Tennyson, Come and share my haunch of venison. I have too a bin of claret, Good, but better when you share it. Tho’ ’tis only a small bin, There’s a stock of it within. And as sure as I’m a rhymer, Half […]
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low by Walter Savage Landor
Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low by Walter Savage Landor Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear: Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and […]
God Scatters Beauty by Walter Savage Landor
God Scatters Beauty by Walter Savage Landor God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers O’er the wide earth, and tells us all are ours. A hundred lights in every temple burn, And at each shrine I bend my knee in turn. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems […]
Remain! by Walter Savage Landor
Remain! by Walter Savage Landor REMAIN, ah not in youth alone! –Tho’ youth, where you are, long will stay– But when my summer days are gone, And my autumnal haste away. ‘Can I be always by your side?’ No; but the hours you can, you must, Nor rise at Death’s approaching stride, Nor go when […]
Absence by Walter Savage Landor
Absence by Walter Savage Landor HERE, ever since you went abroad, If there be change no change I see: I only walk our wonted road, The road is only walk’d by me. Yes; I forgot; a change there is– Was it of that you bade me tell? I catch at times, at times I miss […]
Dirce by Walter Savage Landor
Dirce by Walter Savage Landor Stand close around, ye Stygian set, With Dirce in one boat conveyed, Or Charon, seeing, may forget That he is old and she a shade. ————— The End And that’s the End of the Poem © Poetry Monster, 2021. Poems by topic and subject. Poetry Monster — the ultimate repository of […]
Autumn by Walter Savage Landor
Autumn by Walter Savage Landor MILD is the parting year, and sweet The odour of the falling spray; Life passes on more rudely fleet, And balmless is its closing day. I wait its close, I court its gloom, But mourn that never must there fall Or on my breast or on my tomb The tear […]
On His Eightieth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor
On His Eightieth Birthday by Walter Savage Landor To my ninth decade I have tottered on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready. ————— The End And that’s the End of the […]
Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor
Lately our poets by Walter Savage Landor Lately our poets loiter’d in green lanes, Content to catch the ballads of the plains; I fancied I had strength enough to climb A loftier station at no distant time, And might securely from intrusion doze Upon the flowers thro’ which Ilissus flows. In those pale olive grounds […]
Ianthe’s Question by Walter Savage Landor
Ianthe’s Question by Walter Savage Landor ‘Do you remember me? or are you proud?’ Lightly advancing thro’ her star-trimm’d crowd, Ianthe said, and look’d into my eyes. ‘A yes, a yes to both: for Memory Where you but once have been must ever be, And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise.’ ————— […]