Poems about wave-worn (22 Poems)


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    The Island: Canto II. (Lord George Gordon Byron Poems)

    I.How pleasant were the songs of Toobonai,When Summer’s Sun went down the coral bay!Come, let us to the islet’s softest shade,And hear the warbling birds I the damsels said:The wood-dove from the forest depth shall coo,Like voices of the Gods … Continue reading



    Taste: An Epistle To A Young Critic (John Armstrong Poems)

    Range from Tower–hill all London to the Fleet,Thence round the Temple, t’utmost Grosvenor–street:Take in your route both Gray’s and Lincoln’s Inn;Miss not, be sure, my Lords and Gentlemen;You’ll hardly raise, as I with Petty guess,Above twelve thousand men of taste; … Continue reading



    On The Wreck Of The Halsewell (Henry James Pye Poems)

    A FRAGMENT.   Now the loud winds with angry pinions sweep  The laboring bosom of the stormy deep,  The face of day o’erspread by vapors scowls,  And ‘mid the shrowds the increasing tempest howls,  O’er the tall mast the giant surges rise,  And a new Chaos … Continue reading



    Mountains (Henry Kendall Poems)

    Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines,Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines;Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glareWhere the noonday glory sails through gulfs of calm and glittering air;Stately … Continue reading



    Kwannon (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall Poems)

    Kwannon, the Japanese goddess of mercy, is represented with many hands, typifying generosity and kindness. In one of these hands she is supposedto hold an axe, wherewith she severs the threads of human lives.   I am the ancient one, the many-handed,   The merciful am I.   Here where the black pine bends above the sea   They bring their gifts to me —   Spoil of the foreshore where the corals lie,   Fishes of ivory, and amber stranded,   And carven beads   Green as the fretted fringes of the weeds.   Age after age, I watch the long sails pass.  Age after age, I see them come once more  Home, as the grey-winged pigeon to the grass,  The white crane to the shore.  Goddess am I of heaven and this small town  Above the beaches brown.  And here the children bring me cakes, and flowers,  And all the strange sea-creatures that they find,  For “She,” they say, “the Merciful, is ours,  And she,” they say, “is kind.”   Camphor and wave-worn sandalwood for burning  They bring to me alone,  Shells that are veined like irises, and those  Curved like the clear bright petals of a rose.  Wherefore an hundredfold again returning  I render them their own —   Full-freighted nets that flash among the foam,  Laughter and love, and gentle eyes at home,  Cool of the night, and the soft air that swells  My silver temple bells.  Winds of the spring, the little flowers that shine  Where the young barley slopes to meet the pine,  Gold of the charlock, guerdon of the rain,  I give to them again.   Yet though the fishing boats return full-laden  Out of the broad blue east,  Under the brown roofs pain is their handmaiden,  And mourning is their feast.  Yea, though my many hands are raised to bless,  I am not strong to give them happiness.   Sorrow comes swiftly as the swallow flying,  O, little lives, that are so quickly done!  Peace is my raiment, mercy is my breath,  I am the gentle one.  When they are tired of sorrow and of sighing  I give them death. (Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall)



    The Zucca (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)

    I.Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,And infant Winter laughed upon the landAll cloudlessly and cold;–when I, desiringMore in this world than any understand,Wept o’er the beauty, which, like sea retiring,Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sandOf my … Continue reading



    Coogee (Henry Kendall Poems)

    Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white,With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light;Haunt of gledes, and restless plovers of the melancholy wailEver lending deeper pathos to the melancholy gale.There, my brothers, … Continue reading



    River Rhymes (John Douglas Sutherland Campbell Poems)

    1. We have poled our staunch canoe Many a boiling torrent through; Paddling where the eddies drew, Athwart the roaring flood we flew. _Chorus–_   Dip your paddles! make them leap,   Where the clear cold waters sweep.   Dip your paddles! steady keep,   Where breaks the rapid down the … Continue reading



    The Mystery Of Life (Harriet Beecher Stowe Poems)

    Life’s mystery — deep, restless as the ocean —Hath surged and wailed for ages to and fro;Earth’s generations watch its ceaseless motion,As in and out its hollow moanings flow.Shivering and yearning by that unknown sea,Let my soul calm itself, O … Continue reading



    Bamborough Castle (William Lisle Bowles Poems)

    Ye holy Towers that shade the wave-worn steep,Long may ye rear your aged brows sublime,Though, hurrying silent by, relentless TimeAssail you, and the winds of winter sweepRound your dark battlements; for far from hallsOf Pride, here Charity hath fixed her … Continue reading





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