To the Muses

Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoy'd in you The languid strings do scarcely move The sound is forc'd, the notes are few

Song Memory hither come

And tune your merry notes And, while upon the wind Your music floats, Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass. I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song And there I'll lie and dream The day along To places fit for woe, Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy. Hear the voice of the Bard Who Present, Past, & amp Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That walk'd among the ancient trees. 0 Earth 0 Earth...

The Little Vagabond

Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold, But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm Besides I can tell where I am used well, Such usage in Heaven will never do well. But if at the church they would give us some ale, And a pleasant fire our souls to regale, We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day, Nor ever once wish from the church to stray. Then the parson might preach, and drink, and sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at...

The Book of Thel

1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod 1.1 The daughters of the Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, 1.2 All but the youngest she in paleness sought the secret air, 1.3 To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day 1.4 Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard, 1.5 And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew 1.6 'O life of this our spring why fades the lotus of the water, 1.7 Why fade these...

The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los from

The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow To meet the flat earth and the sea in such an order'd space The starry heavens reach no further, but here bend and set On all sides, and the two Poles turn on their valves of gold And if he moves his dwelling-place,...

Day

Swords and spears and wrath increast Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires. All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. Is God our Father dear And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, his child and care. Pity, a human face And Love, the human form divine And Peace, the human dress. That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is...

The Grey Monk

1 'I die, I die 'the Mother said, 2 'My children die for lack of bread. 3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said ' 4 The Monk sat down on the stony bed. 5 The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side, 6 His hands and feet were wounded wide, 7 His body bent, his arms and knees 8 Like to the roots of ancient trees. 9 His eye was dry no tear could flow 10 A hollow groan first spoke his woe. 11 He trembled and shudder'd upon the bed 12 At length with a feeble cry he said 13 'When God commanded this...

Loves Secret

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah she did depart Soon as she was gone from me, A traveler came by, Silently, invisibly He took her with a sigh. And the night is a-cold Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold But lo the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn. Of paved heaven, With...

From Milton And did those feet

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here, Among these dark Satanic Mills Bring me my Bow of burning gold Bring me my Arrows of desire Bring me my Spear 0 clouds unfold Bring me my Chariot of fire I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In...

The Chimney sweeper

Hi There I see you're enjoying the site, and just wanted to extend an invitiation to register for our free site. The members of oldpoetry strive to make this a fun place to learn and share - hope you join us - Kevin When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep, So your chimneys I sweep & amp in soot I sleep. Theres little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curled like a lambs back was shav'd, so I said. Hush Tom...

Three Things to Remember

A Robin Redbreast in a cage, Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing Doth make a cherub cease to sing. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. Tyger Tyger burning bright In the forest of the night What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes On what wings dare he aspire What the hand dare seize the fire And What shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart And when...