Poems about blaming (21 Poems)
Sententi (Hugh Sykes Davies Poems)
If the father’s bankrupt, and the sons fail,Blaming it on their own bad start,Say the father should have gone to gaol,Forgetting their grandfather’s part. So with all centuries of blameFathers by their children cursed,Say that all the trouble cameFrom Eve … Continue reading
The Saga Of Sergeant Scott (Burnett A. Ward Poems)
Private Scott of the Highlanders,Strutted and swanked in the market-place.Each flap and lapel set smooth in place,Buttons polished to mirror your face,His kilts swirled wide with an easy grace;For this was in March ‘fifteen. Private Scott was a simple soul; … Continue reading
To Ulla (Carl Michael Bellman Poems)
Ulla, mine Ulla, tell me, may I hand thee Reddest of strawberries in milk or wine? Or from the pond a lively fish? Command me! Or, from the … Continue reading
Only a Woman (Dinah Maria Mulock Craik Poems)
She loves with love that cannot tire: And if, ah, woe! she loves alone, Through passionate duty love flames higher, As grass grows taller round a stone. Coventry Patmore. … Continue reading
The Velocipedia Britannica. (Frank Sidgwick Poems)
Bicycle, my bicycle, that liest where I lie, I’ve merely strained a tendon, but your time has come to die. (We’re tangled both together in a dry but dirty ditch ; I wish a friend would come along and tell … Continue reading
I Would I Were A Child (George MacDonald Poems)
I would I were a child,That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!And follow thee with running feet, or ratherBe led through dark and wild! How I would hold thy hand,My glad eyes often to thy glory lifting!Should … Continue reading
Disobedience (A.A. Milne Poems)
James JamesMorrison MorrisonWeatherby George DupreeTook greatCare of his Mother,Though he was only three.James James Said to his Mother,“Mother,” he said, said he;“You must never go downto the end of the town,if you don’t go down with me.” James JamesMorrison’s MotherPut … Continue reading
Prayer (II) (George Herbert Poems)
Of what an easie quick accesse,My blessed Lord, art thou! how suddenly May our requests thine eare invade!To shew that state dislikes not easinesse,If I but lift mine eyes, my suit is made:Thou canst no more not … Continue reading
To A Ten-Months’ Child (Donald Justice Poems)
Late arrival, noOne would think of blaming youFor hesitating so. Who, setting his hand to knockAt a door so strange as this one,Might not draw back? (Donald Justice)
If (Rudyard Kipling Poem)
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and … Continue reading