Famous View As Poems by Famous Poets

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A Casualty

by Robert William Service
 That boy I took in the car last night,
With the body that awfully sagged away,
And the lips blood-crisped, and the eyes flame-bright,
And the poor hands folded and cold as clay --
Oh, I've thought and I've thought of him all the day.

For the weary old doctor says to me:
"He'll only last for an hour or so.
Both of his legs below...Read more of this...

31. Song—My Nanie O!

by Robert Burns
 BEHIND yon hills where Lugar flows,
 ’Mang moors an’ mosses many, O,
The wintry sun the day has clos’d,
 And I’ll awa to Nanie, O.


The westlin wind blaws loud an’ shill;
 The night’s baith mirk and rainy, O;
But I’ll get my plaid an’ out I’ll steal,
 An’ owre the hill to Nanie, O.


My Nanie’s charming, sweet, an’ young;
 Nae artfu’...Read more of this...

Georgic on Memory

by Erin Belieu
 Make your daily monument the Ego,
use a masochist's epistemology
of shame and dog-eared certainty
that others less exacting might forgo.

If memory's an elephant, then feed
the animal. Resist revision: the stand
of feral raspberry, contraband
fruit the crows stole, ferrying seed

for miles ... No. It was a broken hedge,
not beautiful, sunlight tacking
its leafy gut in loose sutures. Lacking
imagination, you'll take the pledge

to remember -...Read more of this...

Navels

by Robert William Service
 Men have navels more or less;
 Some are neat, some not
Being fat I must confess
 Mine is far from hot.
Woman's is a pearly ring,
 Lovely to my mind;
So of it to shyly sing
 I am inclined.

I believe in nudity.
 Female forms divine
Should be bared for all to see
 In colour and in line.
So dear ladies, recognise
 The dimpling of...Read more of this...

View Of The Capitol From The Library Of Congress

by Elizabeth Bishop
 Moving from left to left, the light
is heavy on the Dome, and coarse.
One small lunette turns it aside
and blankly stares off to the side
like a big white old wall-eyed horse.

On the east steps the Air Force Band
in uniforms of Air Force blue
is playing hard and loud, but--*****--
the music doesn't quite come through.

It comes in snatches, dim then keen,
then mute,...Read more of this...

Consolation

by Billy Collins
 How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer,
wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns.
How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets,
fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard
and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.

There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous
domes and there is no need to memorize a...Read more of this...

View From The Inner City

by Barry Tebb
 Leeds this silent solemn Sunday

Tempest Road is clear of all

But wistful birds, parked cars

And vagrant trees.

The surgery and pharmacy are shuttered tight

"Get your medication straight into your bag",

The friendly GP gravely warned, "The junks

Lay in wait to grab and run from those no longer young

The building site’s scaffolding of bone

Masks pristine piles of bricks where

May winds mourn and moan...Read more of this...

Sonnet 69: Those parts of thee that the worlds eye doth view

by William Shakespeare
 Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues, the voice of souls, give thee that due,
Utt'ring bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than...Read more of this...

After Schiller

by Thomas Hardy
 Knight, a true sister-love 
 This heart retains; 
Ask me no other love, 
 That way lie pains! 

Calm must I view thee come, 
 Calm see thee go; 
Tale-telling tears of thine 
 I must not know...Read more of this...

Deep in the rondure of the heavenly blue,

by Omar Khayyam
Deep in the rondure of the heavenly blue,
There is a cup, concealed from mortals' view,
Which all must drink in turn; Oh, sigh not then,
But drink it boldly, when it comes to you!...Read more of this...

The Planting of the Apple-Tree

by William Cullen Bryant
COME let us plant the apple-tree. 
Cleave the tough greensward with the spade; 
Wide let its hollow bed be made; 
There gently lay the roots and there 
Sift the dark mould with kindly care 5 
And press it o'er them tenderly  
As round the sleeping infant's feet  
We softly fold the cradle sheet; 
So plant we the apple-tree....Read more of this...

The Wreck of the Steamer Mohegan

by William Topaz McGonagall
 Good people of high and low degree,
I pray ye all to list to me,
And I'll relate a terrible tale of the sea
Concerning the unfortunate steamer, Mohegan,
That against the Manacles Rocks, ran. 

'Twas on Friday, the 14th of October, in the year of ninety-eight,
Which alas! must have been a dreadful sight;
She sailed out of the river Thames on Thursday,
While the...Read more of this...

71. Second Epistle to Davie

by Robert Burns
 AULD NEIBOUR,I’m three times doubly o’er your debtor,
For your auld-farrant, frien’ly letter;
Tho’ I maun say’t I doubt ye flatter,
 Ye speak sae fair;
For my puir, silly, rhymin clatter
 Some less maun sair.


Hale be your heart, hale be your fiddle,
Lang may your elbuck jink diddle,
To cheer you thro’ the weary widdle
 O’ war’ly cares;
Till barins’ barins kindly cuddle
 Your auld...Read more of this...

A Pigs-Eye View Of Literature

by Dorothy Parker
 The Lives and Times of John Keats,
Percy Bysshe Shelley, and
George Gordon Noel, Lord Byron

Byron and Shelley and Keats
Were a trio of Lyrical treats.
The forehead of Shelley was cluttered with curls,
And Keats never was a descendant of earls,
And Byron walked out with a number of girls,
But it didn't impair the poetical feats
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and Shelley,
Of Byron and...Read more of this...

Lively Hope and Gracious Fear

by William Cowper
 I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

But God hath breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above
Wings such as clothe an angel's form,
The wings of joy and love.

With these to Pisgah's top I fly
And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

The Lord of...Read more of this...

Spring View

by Du Fu
 Country damaged mountains rivers here City spring grass trees deep Feel moment flower splash tears Regret parting bird startle heart Beacon fires join three months Family letters worth ten thousand metal White head scratch become thin Virtually about to not bear hairpin  The country is broken, though hills and rivers remain, In the city in...Read more of this...

What though 'tis fair to view, this form of man,

by Omar Khayyam
What though 'tis fair to view, this form of man,
I know not why the heavenly Artisan
Hath set these tulip cheeks and cypress forms
To deck the mournful halls of earth's divan....Read more of this...

A View of the Han River

by Wang Wei
 With its three southern branches reaching the Chu border, 
And its nine streams touching the gateway of Jing, 
This river runs beyond heaven and earth, 
Where the colour of mountains both is and is not. 
The dwellings of men seem floating along 
On ripples of the distant sky -- 
These beautiful days here in Xiangyang 
Make drunken my old...Read more of this...

The Page And The Millers Daughter

by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
 PAGE.

WHERE goest thou? Where?
Miller's daughter so fair!

Thy name, pray?--

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.

'Tis 
Lizzy.

PAGE.
Where goest thou? Where?
With the rake in thy hand?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Father's meadows and land

To visit, I'm busy.

PAGE.
Dost go there alone?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
By this rake, sir, 'tis shown

That we're making the hay;
And the pears ripen fast
In the garden at last,

So I'll pick them to-day.

PAGE.
Is't a silent thicket I yonder view?

MILLER'S DAUGHTER.
Oh, yes!...Read more of this...

On A Distant View Of Harrow

by George (Lord) Byron
 Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection
Embitters the present, compar'd with the past;
Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form'd, too romantic to last;

Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
How welcome to me your ne'er fading remembrance,
Which rests in the bosom, though hope is deny'd!

Again I revisit...Read more of this...

Bill Bowls the Sailor

by William Topaz McGonagall
 'Twas about the beginning of the present century,
Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea;
And conveyed on board the Waterwitch without delay,
Scarce getting time to bid farewell to the villagers of Fairway · 

And once on board the "Waterwitch," he resolved to do his duty,
And God willing, he'd marry Nelly Blyth, the village beauty;
And he'd fight for Old England,...Read more of this...

XIV. On a Distant View of England

by William Lisle Bowles
 AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, 
Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear 
Far o'er the wave, and their proud summits rear 
To meet the beams of morn) my beating heart, 
With eager hope, and filial transport hails! 
Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring. 
As when, ere while, the tuneful morn of spring 
Joyous...Read more of this...

To Germany

by Charles Sorley
 You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each others dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight...Read more of this...

The Wage-Slaves

by Rudyard Kipling
 Oh, glorious are the guarded heights
 Where guardian souls abide--
Self-exiled from our gross delights--
 Above, beyond, outside:
An ampler arc their spirit swings--
 Commands a juster view--
We have their word for all these things,
 No doubt their words are true.

Yet we, the bond slaves of our day,
 Whom dirt and danger press--
Co-heirs of insolence, delay,
 And leagued unfaithfulness--
Such is our...Read more of this...

Dockery And Son

by Philip Larkin
 'Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn't he?' said the Dean. 'His son's here now.'
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. 'And do
You keep in touch with-' Or remember how
Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and still half-tight
We used to stand before that desk, to give
'Our version' of 'these incidents last night'?
I try the door of where I used to live:

Locked. The lawn spreads dazzlingly wide.
A known bell...Read more of this...

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