A Wreath Of Immortelles poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Judge Sawyer, whom in vain the people tried To push from power, here is laid aside. Death only from the bench could ever start The sluggish load of his immortal part. ____ For those this mausoleum is erected Who Stanford to the Upper House elected. Their luck is less or their promotion slower, […]
With a Book poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Words shouting, singing, smiling, frowning– Sense lacking. Ah, nothing, more obscure than Browning, Save blacking. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based on themes of death and horror. His life ended in an unsolved […]
Weather poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Once I dipt into the future far as human eye could see, And I saw the Chief Forecaster, dead as any one can be– Dead and damned and shut in Hades as a liar from his birth, With a record of unreason seldome paralleled on earth. While I looked he reared him solemnly, that […]
To the Bartholdi Statue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
O Liberty, God-gifted– Young and immortal maid– In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade. Its crimson menace, flaming Upon the sea and shore, Is, trumpet-like, proclaiming That Law shall be no more. Austere incendiary, We’re blinking in the light; Where is your customary Grenade of dynamite? Where are your staves and […]
The Statesmen poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue When troubles rise. Behold them mounting every stump, By speech our liberty to guard. Observe their courage–see them jump, And come down hard! ‘Walk up, walk up!’ each cries aloud, ‘And learn from me […]
Safety-Clutch poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Once I seen a human ruin In a elevator-well. And his members was bestrewin’ All the place where he had fell. And I says, apostrophisin’ That uncommon woful wreck: “Your position’s so surprisin’ That I tremble for your neck!” Then that ruin, smilin’ sadly And impressive, up and spoke: “Well, I wouldn’t tremble badly, […]
Rimer poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The rimer quenches his unheeded fires, The sound surceases and the sense expires. Then the domestic dog, to east and west, Expounds the passions burning in his breast. The rising moon o’er that enchanted land Pauses to hear and yearns to understand. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, […]
Piety poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The pig is taught by sermons and epistles To think the God of Swine has snout and bristles. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based on themes of death and horror. His life ended […]
Ambrose Bierce – Ambrose Bierce Poems | Poems and Poetry
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Freedom poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Freedom, as every schoolboy knows, Once shrieked as Kosciusko fell; On every wind, indeed, that blows I hear her yell. She screams whenever monarchs meet, And parliaments as well, To bind the chains about her feet And toll her knell. And when the sovereign people cast The votes they cannot spell, Upon the pestilential […]
Elegy poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
The cur foretells the knell of parting day; The loafing herd winds slowly o’er the lea; The wise man homewards plods; I only stay To fiddle-faddle in a minor key. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic […]
Decalogue poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
Thou shalt no God but me adore: ‘Twere too expensive to have more. No images nor idols make For Roger Ingersoll to break. Take not God’s name in vain: select A time when it will have effect. Work not on Sabbath days at all, But go to see the teams play ball. Honor thy […]
An Inion poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
A conqueror as provident as brave, He robbed the cradle to supply the grave. His reign laid quantities of human dust: He fell upon the just and the unjust. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short […]
Alone poem – by Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
In contact, lo! the flint and steel, By sharp and flame, the thought reveal That he the metal, she the stone, Had cherished secretly alone. Booley Fito. Ambrose BierceAmbrose Bierce, (born June 24, 1842, Meigs county, Ohio, U.S.—died 1914, Mexico?), American newspaperman, wit, satirist, poet, and author of sardonic short stories based […]
A Practical Young Woman poem – Irwin Russell “,
“ Young Julius Jones loved Susan Slade; And olt, in dulcet tones, He vainly had besought the maid To take the name of Jones. “Wert thou but solid, then, be sure, ‘Twould be all right,” said she, “But, Mr. J., whilst thou art poor Pray think no more of me.” Poor Jones was sad; his […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Indifference. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Indifference She is so dear the wildflowers near Each path she passes by, Are over fain to kiss again Her feet and then to die. She is so fair […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In the Forest. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) In the Forest One well might deem, among these miles of woods, Such were the Forests of the Holy Grail, Broceliand and Dean; where, clothed in mail, The Knights of […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. In June. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) In June Deep in the West a berry-coloured bar Of sunset gleams; against which one tall fir Is outlined dark; above which – courier Of dew and dreams – burns […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Hymn to Spiritual Desire. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Hymn to Spiritual Desire I. Mother of visions, with lineaments dulcet as numbers Breathed on the eyelids of Love by music that slumbers, Secretly, sweetly, O presence of fire […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Home. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Home I dream again I’m in the lane That leads me home through night and rain; Again the fence I see and, dense, The garden, wet and sweet of sense; […]
English Poetry. William Barnes. Third Collection. The Broken Heart. Уильям Барнс.
William Barnes (Уильям Барнс) Third Collection. The Broken Heart News o’ grief had overteäken Dark-ey’d Fanny, now vorseäken; There she zot, wi’ breast a-heavèn, While vrom zide to zide, wi’ grievèn, Vell her head, wi’ tears […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. He Who Loves. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
He Who Loves For him God’s birds each merry morn Make of wild throats melodious flutes To trill such love from brush and thorn As might brim eyes of brutes: Who would believe of such a thing, That ’tis her heart which makes them sing? For him the faultless skies of noon […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 56 He, who instructs the youthful crew To bathe them in the brimmer’s dew, And taste, uncloyed by rich excesses, All the bliss that wine possesses; […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66 To thee, the Queen of nymphs divine, Fairest of all that fairest shine; To thee, who rulest with darts of fire This world of mortals, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 103. The Mountain Spite IN yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, ’Till spells came o’er him, and, day and night, He was haunted […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 99. ’Twas One of Those Dreams ’TWAS one of those dreams, that by music are brought, Like a bright summer haze, o’er the poet’s warm thought — When, lost […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 91. Oh, Ye Dead!. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 91. Oh, Ye Dead! OH, ye Dead! oh, ye Dead! whom we know by the light you give From your cold gleaming eyes, though you move like men who […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 85. Oh For the Swords of Former Time OH for the swords of former time! Oh for the men who bore them, When, arm’d for Right, they stood sublime, […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 58. Farewell! – But Whenever You Welcome the Hour FAREWELL! but whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 44. She Is Far From the Land SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing; But coldly she turns from […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 26. Erin, Oh Erin. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 26. Erin, Oh Erin LIKE the bright lamp, that shone in Kildare’s holy fane, And burn’d through long ages of darkness and storm, Is the heart that sorrows have […]
English Poetry. Mark Akenside. The Pleasures of Imagination. Марк Эйкенсайд.
Mark Akenside (Марк Эйкенсайд) The Pleasures of Imagination With what attractive charms this goodly frame Of Nature touches the consenting hearts Of mortal men; and what the pleasing stores Which beauteous imitation thence derives To deck […]
English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old. Томас Мур.
Thomas Moore (Томас Мур) From “Irish Melodies”. 22. Let Erin Remember the Days of Old LET Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betray’d her; When Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) The Old Pine IT stood upon the hill like some old chief, And held communion with the cryptic wind, Keeping like some dim unforgotten grief The memory of the tribesmen autumn-skinned, Silent […]
English Poetry. Richard Hovey. John Keats. Ричард Хави.
Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави) John Keats IF thou canst not from some superior sphere Look down upon this world that gave thee birth Or from some glad abode of stingless mirth Bend hitherward thy godbright head […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Haunted. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Haunted When grave the twilight settles o’er my roof, And from the haggard oaks unto my door The rain comes, wild as one who rides before His enemies that follow, […]
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 […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Garden and Gardener. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Garden and Gardener To weed the Garden of the Mind Of all rank growths of doubt and sin, And let faith’s flowers thrive and win To blossom; and, through faith, […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Forevermore. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Forevermore I O heart that vainly follows The flight of summer swallows, Far over holts and hollows, O’er frozen buds and flowers; To violet seas and levels, Where Love […]
English Poetry. Madison Julius Cawein. Finale. Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн.
Madison Julius Cawein (Мэдисон Джулиус Кавейн) Finale So let it be. Thou wilt not say ‘t was I! Here in life’s temple, where thy soul may see, Look how the beauty of our love doth lie, […]