Tennyson's 1842 version of 'The Lady of Shalott' read by Rob Goll Continue reading "The Lady of Shalott (1842 version) – Alfred, Lord Tennyson"
Poem 100 — 100 days of poetry
Give me the chance, and I will make
Thy thoughts of me, like worms this day,
Take wings and change to butterflies
That in the golden light shall play;
Thy cold, clear heart—the quiet pool
That never heard Love's nightingale—
Shall hear his music night and day,
And in no seasons shall it fail. Continue reading "Love’s Inspiration — William H. Davies (Poem)"
Poem 99 - 100 days of poetry
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. Continue reading "Lines Written in Early Spring — William Wordsworth (Poem)"
Poem 97 - 100 days of poetry
See the stars, love,
In the water much clearer and brighter
Than those above us, and whiter,
Like nenuphars. Continue reading "In a Boat – D.H. Lawrence (Poem)"
Poem 96 - 100 days of poetry
Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.
A Shropshire Lad - Poem LX
Poem 95 - 100 days of poetry
Believe me not, dear, when in hours of anguish
I say my love for thee exists no more.
At ebb of tide, think not the sea is faithless;
It will return with love unto the shore.
E'en now I pine for thee with old-time passion,
And place my freedom in thy hands once more.
Already, with loud noise, the waves are hasting
Back from afar to the beloved shore.
Poem 93 - 100 days of poetry
The island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquillity;
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
A parrot sways upon a tree,
Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea. Continue reading "The Indian to His Love — William Butler Yeats (Poem)"