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1. Priest At The Serapeum - written by Constantine P. Cavafy
Published in 1926. Read 786 times on Poetry Connection.

My dear old father,
who always loved me the same;
my dear old father I lament
who died the day before yesterday, just before dawn.

Jesus Christ, it is my daily effort
to observe the precepts
of Thy most holy church in all my acts,
in all words, in... (Read full poem)

FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
  And pierc’d my darling’s heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
  Life can to me impart.
 

By cruel hands the sapling drops,
  In dust dishonour’d laid;
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
  My... (Read full poem)

3. The Beach - written by Robert Graves
Read 950 times on Poetry Connection.

Louder than gulls the little children scream 
Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam; 
But others fearlessly rush in, breast high, 
Laughing the salty water from their mouthes-- 
Heroes of the nursery. 

The horny boatman, who has seen whales... (Read full poem)

Oval mirror of the sea,
age-warped isle waved and cloudy,
each angle crystalline and salty.
my lens into reality.

Point of space just visible,
focus of beams ineffable,
swith of signals transmissible,
receiver of voices inaudible

At time's edge.... (Read full poem)

5. An Elegy On The Glory Of Her Sex, Mrs Mary Blaize - written by Oliver Goldsmith
Read 979 times on Poetry Connection.

Good people all, with one accord
Lament for Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word,— 
From those who spoke her praise.

The needy seldom passed her door,
And always found her kind;
She freely lent to all the poor,— 
Who left a pledge... (Read full poem)

Bill has left his house of clay,
Slammed the door and gone away:
How he laughed but yesterday!

I had two new jokes to tell,
Salty, but he loved them well:
Now I see his empty shell.

Poker-faced he looks at me;
Peeved to miss them jokes - how... (Read full poem)

7. 196. Epitaph for Mr. W. Cruickshank - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1787. Read 720 times on Poetry Connection.

HONEST 1 Will to Heaven’s away
  And mony shall lament him;
His fau’ts they a’ in Latin lay,
  In English nane e’er kent them.


 Note 1. Of the Edinburgh High School. [back](Read full poem)

for T. P. Flanagan

We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening--
Everywhere the eye concedes to
Encrouching horizon,

Is wooed into the cyclops' eye
Of a tarn. Our unfenced country
Is bog that keeps crusting
Between the sights of... (Read full poem)

9. A Lament - written by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and... (Read full poem)

Oh how I love the laughing sea,
     Sun lances splintering;
Or with a virile harmony
     In salty caves to sing;
Or mumbling pebbles on the shore,
     Or roused to monster might:
By day I love the sea, but more
     I love it in the night.

High... (Read full poem)

11. Bitter-Sweet - written by George Herbert
Read 686 times on Poetry Connection.

Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love. (Read full poem)

I can never see my old friend again—
The river Han still streams to the east
I might question some old man of his place—
River and hills—empty is Tsaichou.(Read full poem)

13. In Black Despair - written by Czeslaw Milosz
From New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001. Published in 2001. Read 1140 times on Poetry Connection.

In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,
pretending to joy, although I lacked it.
The age had made lament redundant.

So here's the question -- who can answer it --
Was he a brave man or a hypocrite?(Read full poem)

O DEATH, had’st thou but spar’d his life,
  Whom we this day lament,
We freely wad exchanged the wife,
  And a’ been weel content.
Ev’n as he is, cauld in his graff,
  The swap we yet will do’t;
Tak thou the carlin’s... (Read full poem)

15. 78. Epitaph for James Smith - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1785. Read 668 times on Poetry Connection.

LAMENT him, Mauchline husbands a’,
  He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid hale weeks awa,
  Your wives they ne’er had miss’d ye.
 

Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye press
  To school in bands thegither,
O tread ye lightly on his... (Read full poem)

My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
And with lamenting cries
Peace to my soul to bring
Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize:
But he, grim grinning King,
Who caitiffs scorns, and doth the blest surprise,
Late having decked... (Read full poem)

17. Property - written by Robert William Service
From Carols of an Old Codger. Read 479 times on Poetry Connection.

The red-roofed house of dream design
       Looks three ways on the sea;
For fifty years I've made it mine,
       And held it part of me.
The pines I planted in my youth
       Triumpantly are tall . . .
Yet now I know with sorry sooth
       I... (Read full poem)

The sleepy sound of a tea-time tide
Slaps at the rocks the sun has dried,

Too lazy, almost, to sink and lift
Round low peninsulas pink with thrift.

The water, enlarging shells and sand,
Grows greener emerald out from land

And brown over... (Read full poem)

19. Sea Change - written by Robert William Service
From Lyrics of a Low Brow. Read 937 times on Poetry Connection.

I saw a Priest in beetle black
Come to our golden beach,
And I was taken sore aback
Lest he should choose to preach
And chide me for my only wear,
A "Gee" string and a brassière.

And then I saw him shyly doff
And fold his grim soutane,
And... (Read full poem)

October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves 
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood 
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves 
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud 
Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in... (Read full poem)

21. On My First Son - written by Ben Jonson
Read 5779 times on Poetry Connection.

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sin was too much hope of thee, loved boy.
Seven years thou wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.

Oh, could I lose all father now! For why
Will man lament the state... (Read full poem)

In the years when we were
all children, this inclining
to be alone so much was gentle;
others' time passed fighting,
and one had one's faction,
one's near, one's far-off place,
a path, an animal, a picture.

And I still imagined, that life
would... (Read full poem)

23. TO MEADOWS - written by Robert Herrick
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Ye have been fresh and green,
Ye have been fill'd with flowers;
And ye the walks have been
Where maids have spent their hours.

You have beheld how they
With wicker arks did come,
To kiss and bear away
The richer cowslips home.

You've... (Read full poem)

The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might,
The breath of the moist air is light,
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one... (Read full poem)

25. 28. Poor Mailie’s Elegy - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1783. Read 753 times on Poetry Connection.

LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose,
Wi’ saut tears trickling down your nose;
Our bardie’s fate is at a close,
            Past a’ remead!
The last, sad cape-stane o’ his woes;
            Poor Mailie’s dead!
 

  It’s no... (Read full poem)