Section: «Poems»

Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings: artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.); a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").

Life And Immortality

'O ye wild groves, oh, where is now your bloom!'(The muse interprets thus his tender thought)Your flowers, your verdure, and your balmy gloom,Of late..

© James Beattie

Hope Beyond The Grave

'Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more;I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you;For morn is approaching, your charms to..

© James Beattie

The Hares, A Fable.

Yes, yes, I grant the sons of earthAre doom'd to trouble from their birth.We all of sorrow have our share;But say, is yours without compare?Look..

© James Beattie

Song, In Imitation Of Shakspeare's

1Blow, blow, thou vernal gale!Thy balm will not availTo ease my aching breast;Though thou the billows smooth,Thy murmurs cannot sootheMy weary soul..

© James Beattie

Law

Laws, as we read in ancient sages,Have been like cobwebs in all ages.Cobwebs for little flies are spread,And laws for little folks are made;But if an..

© James Beattie

Elegy (Tir'D With The Busy Crouds)

Tir'd with the busy crouds, that all the dayImpatient throng where Folly's altars flame,My languid powers dissolve with quick decay,Till genial Sleep..

© James Beattie

Retirement

When in the crimson cloud of Even,The lingering light decays,And Hesper on the front of HeavenHis glittering gem displays!Deep in the silent vale..

© James Beattie

Bonduca

Queen Bonduca, I do not grieve your fortune.If I grieve, 'tis at the bearing of your fortunes;You put too much wind to your sail: discretionAnd hardy..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Unfolding The Flocks

Shepherds, rise, and shake off sleep -See the blushing morn doth peepThrough your windows, while the sunTo the mountain-tops has run,Gilding all the..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Folding The Flocks

Shepherds all, and maidens fair,Fold your flocks up; for the air'Gins to thicken, and the sunAlready his great course hath run.See the dew-drops, how..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

To Venus

O divine star of Heaven,Thou in power above the seven;Thou, O gentle Queen, that artCurer of each wounded heart,Thou the fuel, and the flame;Thou in..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Consolation Of Early Death

Sweet prince, the name of Death was never terribleTo him that knew to live; nor the loud torrentOf all afflictions, singing as they swim,A gall of..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Love At First Sight - (From Philaster)

Sitting in my window,Pointing my thoughts in lawn, I saw a god,(I thought, but it was you,) enter our gates;My blood flew out and back again, as..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Sleep - (From Valentinian)

Care-charming sleep, thou easer of all woes,Brother to death; sweetly thyself disposeOn this afflicted prince; fall, like a cloud,In gentle showers;..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Lay A Garland On My Hearse

Lay a garland on my hearse,Of the dismal yew,Maidens, willow branches bear,Say I died true.My love was false, but I was firmFrom my hour of..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Poet's Mood

Hence, all you vain delights,As short as are the nightsWherein you spend your folly!There's nought in this life sweet,If man were wise to see it,But..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Song - Shake Off Your Heavy Trance

Shake off your heavy trance,And leap into a dance,Such as no mortals use to tread,Fit only for Apollo -To play to, for the moon to lead,And all the..

© Beaumont and Fletcher

Pillbox

Just see what’s happening Worley! Worley roseAnd round the angled doorway thrust his noseAnd serjeant Hyde went too to snuff the air. . . .Then war..

© Edmund Blunden

First Rhymes

In the meadow by the mill I'd make my ballad,Tunes to that would whistle shrillAnd beat the blackbird's ringing bill.—But surely the innocent..

© Edmund Blunden

A Country God

WHEN groping farms are lanterned upAnd stolchy ploughlands hid in grief,And glimmering byroads catch the dropThat weeps from sprawling twig and..

© Edmund Blunden

April Byeway

Friend whom I never saw, yet dearest friend, Be with me travelling on the byeway now In April's month and mood: our steps shall bend By the..

© Edmund Blunden

Perch Fishing

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards Behind..

© Edmund Blunden

The Child's Grave

I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies On a morning in April, a rare sunny day; Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries ..

© Edmund Blunden

Preparations For Victory

My soul, dread not the pestilence that hagsThe valley; flinch not you, my body young.At these great shouting smokes and snarling jagsOf fiery iron;..

© Edmund Blunden

The Midnight Skaters

The hop-poles stand in cones, The icy pond lurks under,The pole-tops steeple to the thrones Of stars, sound gulfs of wonder;But not the tallest thee..

© Edmund Blunden