Love Poems – Page 2481

After the Burial

Yes, faith is a goodly anchor;
When skies are sweet as a psalm,
At the bows it lolls so stalwart, …

James Russell Lowell English
In the Twilight

Men say the sullen instrument,
That, from the Master’s bow,
With pangs of joy or woe, …

James Russell Lowell English
Io Victis

I sing the hymn of the conquered, who fell in the Battle of Life,—
The hymn of the wounded, the beaten, who died overwhelmed in the strife;
Not the jubilant song of the victors, for whom the resounding acclaim …

William Wetmore Story English
Praxiteles and Phryne

A thousand silent years ago,
The twilight faint and pale
Was drawing o’er the sunset glow …

William Wetmore Story English
Battle-Hymn of the Republic

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: …

Julia Ward Howe English
Our Orders

Weave no more silks, ye Lyons looms,
To deck our girls for gay delights!
The crimson flower of battle blooms, …

Julia Ward Howe English
Beginners

How they are provided for upon the earth (appearing at intervals),
How dear and dreadful they are to the earth,
How they inure to themselves as much as to any, what a paradox appears their age, …

Walt Whitman English
Still Though the One I Sing

Still though the one I sing,
(One, yet of contradictions made) I dedicate to Nationality,
I leave in him revolt, (O latent right of insurrection! O quenchless, indispensable fire!)

Walt Whitman English
From "The Song of Myself"

Myself
i celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume, …

Walt Whitman English
Give Me the Splendid Silent Sun

Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling,
Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchard,
Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows, …

Walt Whitman English