Creak, little wood thing, creak, When I touch you with elbow or knee; That is the way you speak Of one who gave you to me! You, little table, she brought - Brought me with her own hand, As she looked at me with a thought That I did not understand. - Whoever owns it... Continue Reading →
Lochinvar by Sir Walter Scott
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none, He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He... Continue Reading →
“The Passer-by” a poem by Thomas Hardy
(L. H. RECALLS HER ROMANCE) He used to pass, well-trimmed and brushed, My window every day, And when I smiled on him he blushed, That youth, quite as a girl might; aye, In the shyest way. Thus often did he pass hereby, That youth of bounding gait, Until the one who blushed was I, And... Continue Reading →
Like Barley Bending by Sara Teasdale
Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly; Like barley bending And rising again, So would I, unbroken, Rise from pain; So would I softly, Day long, night long, Change my sorrow Into song. Sara Teasdale (1884-1933) Sara Teasdale was an American poet from the turn of the last... Continue Reading →
Food in Travel by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will of destiny must be fulfilid,-- This knowing, I withdrew with sadden'd mind. No further happiness I now could find: The former longings of my heart were still'd; I sought her looks alone, whereon to... Continue Reading →
A Drinking Song by William Butler Yeats
A Drinking SongWine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. William Butler Yeats was an Irish poet, and the first man of Irish... Continue Reading →
TBPL Staff Poetry Favourites “Porphyria’s Lover” by Robert Browning
The rain set early in to-night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break. When glided in Porphyria; straight She shut the cold out and the storm, And kneeled and made the cheerless grate Blaze... Continue Reading →
TBPL Staff Poetry Favourites “To His Coy Mistress” by Andrew Marvell
To His Coy Mistress Had we but world enough and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love’s day. Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten... Continue Reading →
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