Away with Funeral Music
AWAY with funeral music - set The pipe to powerful lips - The cup of life's for him that drinks And not for him that sips.
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Sonnet 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red, than her lips red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
PoemLove
29.4KTo Jane: 'The Keen Stars Were Twinkling'
The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane! The guitar was tinkling,
PoemGod & Faith
2.5KLove and Gold
I cannot talk of Love to thee, Though thou art young and free and fair! There is a spell thou dost not see, That bids a genuine love despair.
PoemLove
4.7K'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou No station in the day? 'T was not thy wont to hinder so, -- Retrieve thine industry.
PoemArt
1.3KArt Above Nature: To Julia
When I behold a forest spread With silken trees upon thy head; And when I see that other dress Of flowers set in comeliness;
PoemNature
2.4KOde to the Muse
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' extatic raptures of the Heart;
PoemNature
1.7KThe Dean of Faculty: A new Ballad
DIRE was the hate at old Harlaw, That Scot to Scot did carry; And dire the discord Langside saw For beauteous, hapless Mary:
PoemDeath
2.2KEpitaph. Intended for Mr Rowe, in Westminster Abbey.
Thy relics, Rowe, to this fair urn we trust, And sacred place by Dryden's awful dust: Beneath a rude and nameless stone he lies, To which thy tomb shall guide inquiring eyes.
PoemLove
2.1KWhile History's Muse
While History's Muse the memorial was keeping Of all that the dark hand of Destiny weaves, Beside her the Genius of Erin stood weeping, For hers was the story that blotted the leaves.
PoemSadness
1.1KHoly Sonnet X: Death Be Not Proud
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
PoemDeath
6.8KThe Crow Sat on the Willow
The crow sat on the willow tree A-lifting up his wings, And glossy was his coat to see, And loud the ploughman sings,
PoemLove
4.9KThe Soldier
Yes. Why do we бll, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart, Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess
PoemGod & Faith
750Beautiful Newport on the Braes o' the Silvery Tay
Bonnie Mary, the Maid o' the Tay, Come! Let's go, and have a holiday In Newport, on the braes o' the silvery Tay, 'Twill help to drive dull care away.
PoemNature
2.2KOn Receipt of My Mother's Picture
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine--thy own sweet smiles I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me;
PoemTime
3.2KOne Word More: To E.B.B.
There they are, my fifty men and women Naming me the fifty poems finished! Take them, Love, the book and me together; Where the heart lies, let the brain lie also.
PoemLove
4.4KSonnet LVIII: In Former Times
In former times such as had store of coin, In wars at home, or when for conquests bound, For fear that some their treasure should purloin, Gave it to keep to spirits within the ground,
PoemGod & Faith
1.4KBallad of women i love
Prudence Mears hath an old blue plate Hid away in an oaken chest, And a Franklin platter of ancient date Beareth Amandy Baker's crest;
PoemLove
1.4KThe Book of Thel. Part III
Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed. Art thou a Worm? image of weakness, art thou but a Worm? I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf; Ah weep not little voice, thou can'st not speak, but thou can'st weep:
PoemSadness
8.6KItalian Music in Dakota
THROUGH the soft evening air enwrinding all, Rocks, woods, fort, cannon, pacing sentries, endless wilds, In dulcet streams, in flutes’ and cornets’ notes, Electric, pensive, turbulent artificial,
PoemNature
16.9KUpon the road of my life
Upon the road of my life, Passed me many fair creatures, Clothed all in white, and radiant. To one, finally, I made speech:
PoemTime
2.2KLife
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.
PoemDeath
310Phantasmagoria Canto VII (Sad Souvenaunce)
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon me, and I sat and wept
PoemTime
2KDaylight and Moonlight
In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's paper kite.
PoemTime
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