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").
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
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