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").
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
The Poor Man's Pig
Already fallen plum-bloom stars the green And apple-boughs as knarred as old toads' backs Wear their small roses ere a rose is seen; The..
© Edmund Blunden
Premature Rejoicing
What's that over there?Thiepval Wood.Take a steady look at it; it'll do you good.Here, these glasses will help you. See any flowers?There sleeps..
© Edmund Blunden
To Joy
Is not this enough for moanTo see this babe all motherless -A babe beloved - thrust out aloneUpon death's wilderness?Out tears fall, fall, fall - I..
© Edmund Blunden
Forefathers
Here they went with smock and crook,Toiled in the sun, lolled in the shade,Here they mudded out the brookAnd here their hatchet cleared the..
© Edmund Blunden
Can you Remember?
Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitudeDepend on the day.Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems scanty loss,Though mists..
© Edmund Blunden
Concert Party: Busseboom
The stage was set, the house was packed,The famous troop began;Our laughter thundered, act by act;Time light as sunbeams ran.Dance sprang and spun..
© Edmund Blunden
The Zonnebeke Road
Morning, if this late withered light can claimSome kindred with that merry flameWhich the young day was wont to fling through space!Agony stares from..
© Edmund Blunden
If I Adore You
If I adore You out of fear of Hell, burn me in Hell!If I adore you out of desire for Paradise,Lock me out of Paradise.But if I adore you for Yourself..
© Rabia Al Basri
Love
I have loved Thee with two loves -a selfish love and a love that is worthy of Thee.As for the love which is selfish,Therein I occupy myself with..
© Rabia Al Basri
In My Soul
Inmy soulthere is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a churchwhere I kneel.Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.Is there not a..
© Rabia Al Basri