Tom Bombadil’s Song (J. R. R. Tolkien Poems)
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom ...
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom ...
I. THE CAVEMANI live! And the scarlet sunrise is climbing the mountain steep,I live . . . And below, in the ...
I.Thou glorious painter of the thoughts that dwellIn the hot brain of genius, it was thineTo live in the delusion ...
And passing further they beheld many men pale and tortured,whose names are known in the fatherland.And they came to a ...
THE SPIRITS of our fathers rise not from every wave,They left the sea behind them long ago;It was many years ...
What! our petitions spurned! The prayerOf thousands,—tens of thousands,—castUnheard, beneath your Speaker's chair!But ye will hear us, first or last.The ...
The sun was streaming in: I woke, and said,“Where is my wife,—that has been made my wifeOnly this year?” The casement ...
(A VALENTINE)Which of my palaces? Gold one by one,Of all the splendid houses of my throne,This day in grave thought ...
They proved we could not think nor see, They proved we could not write,They proved we drank the day away And raved ...
O dwellers in the stately towns,What come ye out to see?This common earth, this common sky,This water flowing free?As gayly ...
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)
NOW the earth in fields and hillsStirs with pulses of the Spring,Next-embowering hedges ringWith interminable trills;Sunlight runs a race with ...
PRECISELY. I see it. You all want to sayThat a tear is too sad and a laugh is too gay;You ...
Of his beauty, or stature, or colour of hair I hadn't the slightest hint,But he comes to me as a little ...
As a harvester, at dusk, Faring down some woody trail Leading homeward through the musk Of may-apple and pawpaw, Hazel-bush, and spice and haw,-- So ...
THE OTHER NIGHT I got the blues and tried to smile in vain.I couldn't chuck a chuckle at the foolery ...
After W. M. P.Dear Kitty,At length the term's ending;I 'm in for my Schools in a week;And the time that ...
When poets wrote and painters drewAs Nature pointed out the view,Ere Gothic forms were known in GreeceTo spoil the well-proportion'd ...
Below, the tawny Tagus sweptPast royal gardens, breathing balm;Upon his couch the monarch slept;The world was still; the night was ...
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keepGive ear in time of need,Who leadest like a flock of sheepThy loved Josephs seed,That ...
What is it that has stilled the usual hurry, Checking the eager tread of rapid feet?Why does the business face look ...
SEASON of life's renewal, love's rebirth,And all hope's young espousals; in your dream,I feel once more the ancient stirrings of ...
JOIN now Apollo the harmonious strain,O Muses, Graces, all ye gentle train;Once more conspire to aid my humble lays,And wake ...
I. You arrive in a new town.Your suitcase yawns. Your troublesUnpack themselves and dress up.A night on the town! Poor town.The ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
In the elephant's five-pound brainThe whole world's both table and shithouseWhere he wanders seeking viandes, exchanging great fartsFor compliments. The ...
In the pattern of the curtainsUpon Grandmamma's bed,You may see the parks where fairiesTheir nightly measures tread.The white parts are ...
"I rode to death, for I fought for shame--The Lady Maurine of noble name,"The fair and faithless!--Though life be longIs ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
The Hoosier Folk-Child--all unsung-- Unlettered all of mind and tongue; Unmastered, unmolested--made Most wholly frank and unafraid: Untaught of any school--unvexed Of law or creed--all ...
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