Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50)

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by Homer


  England —

  To the stars on your bugles blown!’ 30

  They call you proud and hard,

  England, my England:

  You with worlds to watch and ward,

  England, my own!

  You whose mail’d hand keeps the keys 35

  Of such teeming destinies,

  You could know nor dread nor ease

  Were the Song on your bugles blown,

  England —

  Round the Pit on your bugles blown! 40

  Mother of Ships whose might,

  England, my England,

  Is the fierce old Sea’s delight,

  England, my own,

  Chosen daughter of the Lord, 45

  Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,

  There’s the menace of the Word

  In the Song on your bugles blown,

  England —

  Out of heaven on your bugles blown! 50

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Robert Louis Stevenson

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  In the Highlands

  Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)

  IN the highlands, in the country places,

  Where the old plain men have rosy faces,

  And the young fair maidens

  Quiet eyes;

  Where essential silence chills and blesses, 5

  And for ever in the hill-recesses

  Her more lovely music

  Broods and dies —

  O to mount again where erst I haunted;

  Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, 10

  And the low green meadows

  Bright with sward;

  And when even dies, the million-tinted,

  And the night has come, and planets glinted,

  Lo, the valley hollow 15

  Lamp-bestarr’d!

  O to dream, O to awake and wander

  There, and with delight to take and render,

  Through the trance of silence,

  Quiet breath! 20

  Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,

  Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;

  Only winds and rivers,

  Life and death.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Celestial Surgeon

  Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)

  IF I have faltered more or less

  In my great task of happiness;

  If I have moved among my race

  And shown no glorious morning face;

  If beams from happy human eyes 5

  Have moved me not; if morning skies,

  Books, and my food, and summer rain

  Knocked on my sullen heart in vain: —

  Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take

  And stab my spirit broad awake; 10

  Or, Lord, if too obdurate I,

  Choose thou, before that spirit die,

  A piercing pain, a killing sin,

  And to my dead heart run them in.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Requiem

  Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)

  UNDER the wide and starry sky,

  Dig the grave and let me lie.

  Glad did I live and gladly die,

  And I laid me down with a will.

  This be the verse you grave for me: 5

  Here he lies where he longed to be;

  Home is the sailor, home from sea,

  And the hunter home from the hill.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  William Cullen Bryant

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Thanatopsis

  William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

  TO him who in the love of Nature holds

  Communion with her visible forms, she speaks

  A various language; for his gayer hours

  She has a voice of gladness, and a smile

  And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5

  Into his darker musings, with a mild

  And healing sympathy, that steals away

  Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts

  Of the last bitter hour come like a blight

  Over thy spirit, and sad images 10

  Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,

  And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,

  Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart; —

  Go forth, under the open sky, and list

  To Nature’s teachings, while from all around — 15

  Earth and her waters, and the depths of air —

  Comes a still voice — Yet a few days, and thee

  The all-beholding sun shall see no more

  In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground,

  Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20

  Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist

  Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim

  Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again,

  And, lost each human trace, surrendering up

  Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25

  To mix forever with the elements,

  To be a brother to the insensible rock

  And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain

  Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak

  Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30

  Yet not to thine eternal resting-place

  Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish

  Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down

  With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings,

  The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, 35

  Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past,

  All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills

  Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun, — the vales

  Stretching in pensive quietness between;

  The venerable woods — rivers that move 40

  In majesty, and the complaining brooks

  That make the meadows green; and, poured round all

  Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste, —

  Are but the solemn decorations all

  Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 45

  The planets, all the infinite host of heaven,

  Are shining on the sad abodes of death,

  Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread

  The globe are but a handful to the tribes

  That slumber in its bosom. — Take the wings 50

  Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness,

  Or lose thyself in the continuous woods

  Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound,

  Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there:

  And millions in those solitudes, since first 55

  The flight of years began, have laid them down

  In their last sleep — the dead reign there alone.

  So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw

  In silence from the living, and no friend

  Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60

  Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh

  When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care

  Plod on, and each one as before will chase

  His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave

  Their mirth and their employments, and shall come 65

  And make their bed with thee. As the long train

  Of ages glide away, the sons of men,

  The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes

  In the full strength of years, matron and maid,

  The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man — 7
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  Shall one by one be gathered to thy side,

  By those, who in their turn shall follow them.

  So live, that when thy summons comes to join

  The innumerable caravan, which moves

  To that mysterious realm, where each shall take 75

  His chamber in the silent halls of death,

  Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,

  Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed

  By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,

  Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch 80

  About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Robert of Lincoln

  William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

  MERRILY swinging on brier and weed,

  Near to the nest of his little dame,

  Over the mountain-side or mead,

  Robert of Lincoln is telling his name:

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link, 5

  Spink, spank, spink;

  Snug and safe is that nest of ours,

  Hidden among the summer flowers.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Robert of Lincoln is gayly drest, 10

  Wearing a bright black wedding-coat;

  White are his shoulders and white his crest.

  Hear him call in his merry note:

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink; 15

  Look, what a nice new coat is mine,

  Sure there was never a bird so fine.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Robert of Lincoln’s Quaker wife,

  Pretty and quiet, with plain brown wings, 20

  Passing at home a patient life,

  Broods in the grass while her husband sings:

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink;

  Brood, kind creature; you need not fear 25

  Thieves and robbers while I am here.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Modest and shy as a nun is she;

  One weak chirp is her only note.

  Braggart and prince of braggarts is he, 30

  Pouring boasts from his little throat;

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink;

  Never was I afraid of man;

  Catch me, cowardly knaves, if you can! 35

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Six white eggs on a bed of hay,

  Flecked with purple, a pretty sight!

  There as the mother sits all day,

  Robert is singing with all his might: 40

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink;

  Nice good wife, that never goes out,

  Keeping house while I frolic about.

  Chee, chee, chee. 45

  Soon as the little ones chip the shell,

  Six wide mouths are open for food;

  Robert of Lincoln bestirs him well,

  Gathering seeds for the hungry brood.

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link, 50

  Spink, spank, spink;

  This new life is likely to be

  Hard for a gay young fellow like me.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Robert of Lincoln at length is made 55

  Sober with work, and silent with care;

  Off is his holiday garment laid,

  Half forgotten that merry air:

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink; 60

  Nobody knows but my mate and I

  Where our nest and our nestlings lie.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  Summer wanes; the children are grown;

  Fun and frolic no more he knows; 65

  Robert of Lincoln’s a humdrum crone;

  Off he flies, and we sing as he goes:

  Bob-o’-link, bob-o’-link,

  Spink, spank, spink;

  When you can pipe that merry old strain, 70

  Robert of Lincoln, come back again.

  Chee, chee, chee.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Song of Marion’s Men

  William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

  OUR band is few but true and tried,

  Our leader frank and bold;

  The British soldier trembles

  When Marion’s name is told.

  Our fortress is the good greenwood, 5

  Our tent the cypress-tree;

  We know the forest round us,

  As seamen know the sea.

  We know its walls of thorny vines,

  Its glades of reedy grass, 10

  Its safe and silent islands

  Within the dark morass.

  Woe to the English soldiery

  That little dread us near!

  On them shall light at midnight 15

  A strange and sudden fear:

  When, waking to their tents on fire,

  They grasp their arms in vain,

  And they who stand to face us

  Are beat to earth again; 20

  And they who fly in terror deem

  A mighty host behind,

  And hear the tramp of thousands

  Upon the hollow wind.

  Then sweet the hour that brings release 25

  From danger and from toil:

  We talk the battle over,

  And share the battle’s spoil.

  The woodland rings with laugh and shout,

  As if a hunt were up, 30

  And woodland flowers are gathered

  To crown the soldier’s cup.

  With merry songs we mock the wind

  That in the pine-top grieves,

  And slumber long and sweetly 35

  On beds of oaken leaves.

  Well knows the fair and friendly moon

  The band that Marion leads —

  The glitter of their rifles,

  The scampering of their steeds. 40

  ’Tis life to guide the fiery barb

  Across the moonlight plain;

  ’Tis life to feel the night-wind

  That lifts the tossing mane.

  A moment in the British camp — 45

  A moment — and away

  Back to the pathless forest,

  Before the peep of day.

  Grave men there are by broad Santee,

  Grave men with hoary hairs; 50

  Their hearts are all with Marion,

  For Marion are their prayers.

  And lovely ladies greet our band

  With kindliest welcoming,

  With smiles like those of summer, 55

  And tears like those of spring.

  For them we wear these trusty arms,

  And lay them down no more

  Till we have driven the Briton,

  Forever, from our shore. 60

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  June

  William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

  I GAZED upon the glorious sky

  And the green mountains round,

  And thought that when I came to lie

  At rest within the ground,

  ‘Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, 5

  When brooks send up a cheerful tune,

  And groves a joyous sound,

  The sexton’s hand, my grave to make,

  The rich, green mountain-turf should break.

  A cell within the frozen mould, 10

  A coffin borne through sleet,

  And icy clods above it rolled,

  While fierce the tempests beat —

  Away! — I will not think of these —

  Blue be the sky and soft the breeze, 15

  Earth green beneath the feet,

  And be the damp mould gently pressed

  Into my narrow place of rest.

  There through the long, long s
ummer hours,

  The golden light should lie, 20

  And thick young herbs and groups of flowers

  Stand in their beauty by.

  The oriole should build and tell

  His love-tale close beside my cell;

  The idle butterfly 25

  Should rest him there, and there be heard

  The housewife bee and humming-bird.

  And what if cheerful shouts at noon

  Come, from the village sent,

  Or songs of maids, beneath the moon 30

  With fairy laughter blent?

  And what if, in the evening light,

  Betrothèd lovers walk in sight

  Of my low monument?

  I would the lovely scene around 35

  Might know no sadder sight nor sound.

  I know that I no more should see

  The season’s glorious show,

  Nor would its brightness shine for me,

  Nor its wild music flow; 40

  But if, around my place of sleep,

  The friends I love should come to weep,

  They might not haste to go.

  Soft airs, and song, and light, and bloom

  Should keep them lingering by my tomb. 45

  These to their softened hearts should bear

  The thought of what has been,

  And speak of one who cannot share

  The gladness of the scene;

  Whose part, in all the pomp that fills 50

  The circuit of the summer hills,

  Is that his grave is green;

  And deeply would their hearts rejoice

  To hear again his living voice.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Past

  William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878)

  THOU unrelenting Past!

  Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain,

  And fetters, sure and fast,

 

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