Poems and horror from others that I enjoy
Robert Burns – Song – Handsome Nell Tune—“I am a man unmarried.” Once I lov’d a bonie lass, Ay, and I love her still; And whilst that virtue warms my breast, I’ll love my handsome Nell. As bonie lasses I hae seen, And mony full as braw; But, for a modest gracefu’ mein, The like… Read More Robert Burns – Song – Handsome Nell
Thomas Hood – THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD I Sawe a Mayd sitte on a Bank, Beguiled by Wooer fayne and fond; And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank, Her Nurselynge slipt within a Pond! All Even Tide they Talkde and Kist, For She was fayre and He was Kinde; The Sunne went down before She… Read More Thomas Hood – THE CARELESSE NURSE MAYD
Time is By Henry van Dyke Time is Too Slow for those who Wait, Too Swift for those who Fear, Too Long for those who Grieve, Too Short for those who Rejoice; But for those who Love, Time is not. Henry van Dyke MUSIC AND OTHER POEMS 1904
Charles Baudelaire – The Corpse Remember, my Beloved, what thing we met By the roadside on that sweet summer day; There on a grassy couch with pebbles set, A loathsome body lay. The wanton limbs stiff-stretched into the air, Steaming with exhalations vile and dank, In ruthless cynic fashion had laid bare The swollen side… Read More Charles Baudelaire – The Corpse
ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE – THE EMPIRE – 1902 They said that it had feet of clay, That its fall was sure and quick. In the flames of yesterday All the clay was burned to brick. When they carved our epitaph And marked us doomed beyond recall, “We are,” we answered, with a laugh, “The Empire… Read More ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE – THE EMPIRE – 1902
SIDNEY ROYSE LYSAGHT – LIFE AND LOVE Weeds and flowers grow and die; Sunlight never is withholden. There were flowers long ago, Others coming by and by:— Do they for the light’s sake grow, Or for their sake is it golden? Hope and sorrow, joy and strife, Years and pleasures new and olden Leave us:… Read More SIDNEY ROYSE LYSAGHT – LIFE AND LOVE
William Andrews – Poetry on Panes Here in my wicker chair I sitt, From folly far, and far from witt, Content to live, devoid of care, With country folks and country fare; To listen to my landlord’s tale, And drink his health in Yorkshire ale; Then smoak and read the York Courant; I’m happy and… Read More William Andrews – Poetry on Panes
PHILIP FRENEAU – MODERN DEVOTION To church I went, with good intent, To hear Sangrado preach and pray; But objects there, black, brown and fair, Turned eyes and heart a different way. Miss Patty’s fan, Miss Molly’s man, With powdered hair and dimple cheek; Miss Bridget’s eyes, that once made prize Of Fopling with his… Read More PHILIP FRENEAU – MODERN DEVOTION
JG Saxe – I’m Growing Old I’m growing fonder of my staff; I’m growing dimmer in the eyes; I’m growing fainter in my laugh; I’m growing deeper in my sighs; I’m growing careless of my dress; I’m growing frugal of my gold; I’m growing wise; I’m growing,—yes,— I’m growing old. J.G. SAXE THE PROJECT GUTENBERG… Read More JG Saxe – I’m Growing Old
WH DAVIES – Garden Plans I’ll have the primrose grow in grass, Held up in hands of soft, green moss. If in twelve months no green moss grows On that large stone, then out It goes. Above my window-top there’ll be A creeper that grows wild and free; Until so many leaves have grown, They’ll… Read More WH DAVIES – Garden Plans
Ramblings of an Old Coot 