1. 253. Rhyming Reply to a Note from Captain Riddell - written by Robert Burns
From Poems and Songs. The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.. Published in 1789. Read 1670 times on Poetry Connection.

DEAR SIR, at ony time or tide,
I’d rather sit wi’ you than ride,
    Though ’twere wi’ royal Geordie:
And trowth, your kindness, soon and late,
Aft gars me to mysel’ look blate—
    The Lord in Heav’n reward ye!R.... (Read full poem)

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
you need to sleep.

Well, all children are sad
but some get over it.
Count your... (Read full poem)

3. 27. Dust - written by George William Russell
From Collected Poems by A.E.. Published in 1913. Read 1401 times on Poetry Connection.

I HEARD them in their sadness say,
“The earth rebukes the thought of God;
We are but embers wrapped in clay
A little nobler than the sod.”
 

But I have touched the lips of clay,
Mother, thy rudest sod to me
Is thrilled with fire of hidden... (Read full poem)

WHEN the dawn comes forth I wonder
Will our sad, sad hearts awaken,
And the grief we laboured under
From the new-in-joy be shaken?
 

If the night be long in going,
All our souls will fix in sadness;
And the light of morning glowing
Waken in our... (Read full poem)

5. Crossing The Bar - written by Alfred Lord Tennyson
From Poems. Published in 1889. Read 11381 times on Poetry Connection.

Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea,

  But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
    Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep... (Read full poem)

I
                
My Paistin Finn is my sole desire,
And I am shrunken to skin and bone,
For all my heart has had for its hire
Is what I can whistle alone and alone.
        Oro, oro!
Tomorrow night I will break down the door.

What is the good of... (Read full poem)

7. THE EYES OF BEAUTY - written by Charles Baudelaire
From The Poems and Prose Poems . Published in 1919. Read 1144 times on Poetry Connection.

YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; 
But all the sea of sadness in my blood 
Surges, and ebbing, leaves my lips morose, 
Salt with the memory of the bitter flood. 
  
In vain your hand glides my faint bosom o'er, 
That which you seek,... (Read full poem)

THROUGH rain, through snow,
Through tempest go!
'Mongst streaming caves,
O'er misty waves,
On, on! still on!
Peace, rest have flown!

Sooner through sadness

I'd wish to be slain,
Than all the gladness

Of life to sustain
All the fond... (Read full poem)

9. THE SADNESS OF THE MOON - written by Charles Baudelaire
From The Poems and Prose Poems . Published in 1919. Read 1343 times on Poetry Connection.

THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night 
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, 
Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, 
Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. 
  
Upon her silken avalanche of down, 
Dying she breathes a long... (Read full poem)

The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth
Unto her rested sense a perfect waking,
While late bare earth, proud of new clothing, springeth,
Sings out her woes, a thorn her song-book making,
And, mournfully bewailing,
Her throat in tunes... (Read full poem)

11. Weeping - written by Federico Garcia Lorca
Read 1255 times on Poetry Connection.

Weeping,
I go down the street
Grotesque, without solution
With the sadness of Cyrano
And Quixote.

Redeeming
Infinite impossiblities
With the rhythm of the clock.

(The captive voice, far away.
Put on a cricket' clothes.)  (Read full poem)

THE stones in the streamlet I make my bright pillow,
And open my arms to the swift-rolling billow,

That lovingly hastens to fall on my breast.
Then fickleness soon bids it onwards be flowing;
A second draws nigh, its caresses bestowing,--

And... (Read full poem)

13. 64. Warning - written by George William Russell
From Collected Poems by A.E.. Published in 1913. Read 1083 times on Poetry Connection.

PURE at heart we wander now:
Comrade on the quest divine,
Turn not from the stars your brow
That your eyes may rest on mine.
 

Pure at heart we wander now:
We have hopes beyond to-day;
And our quest does not allow
Rest or dreams along the way.... (Read full poem)

Dornburg, 25th August, 1828.

WILT thou suddenly enshroud thee,

Who this moment wert so nigh?
Heavy rising masses cloud thee,

Thou art hidden from mine eye.

Yet my sadness thou well knowest,

Gleaming sweetly as a star!
That I'm loved,... (Read full poem)

15. 20. The Place of Rest - written by George William Russell
From Collected Poems by A.E.. Published in 1913. Read 2097 times on Poetry Connection.

UNTO the deep the deep heart goes,
It lays its sadness nigh the breast:
Only the Mighty Mother knows
The wounds that quiver unconfessed.
 

It seeks a deeper silence still;
It folds itself around with peace,
Where thoughts alike of good or ill
In... (Read full poem)

Here is this vale of sweet abiding,
My ultimate and dulcet home,
That gently dreams above the chiding
of restless and impatient foam;
Beyond the hazards of hell weather,
The harceling of wind and sea,
With timbers morticed tight together
My old hulk... (Read full poem)

17. BLINDMAN'S BUFF. - written by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
From The Poems. Published in 1853. Read 715 times on Poetry Connection.

OH, my Theresa dear!
Thine eyes, I greatly fear,

Can through the bandage see!
Although thine eyes are bound,
By thee I'm quickly found,

And wherefore shouldst thou catch but me?

Ere long thou held'st me fast,
With arms around me... (Read full poem)

THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains:
Life girdled them round and about:
They slept in the clefts of the mountains:
The stars called them forth with a shout.
 

They prayed, but their worship was only
The wonder at nights and at days,
As still... (Read full poem)

19. Weep no more - written by John Fletcher
Read 525 times on Poetry Connection.

WEEP no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone:
Violets pluck'd, the sweetest rain
Makes not fresh nor grow again.
Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
Fate's hid ends eyes cannot see.
Joys as winged dreams fly fast,
Why... (Read full poem)

Of Poetry I've been accused,
But much more often I have not;
Oh, I have been so much amused
By those who've put me on the spot,
And measured me by rules above
Those I observe with equal love.

An artisan of verse am I,
Of simple sense and humble... (Read full poem)

21. Klage - written by Georg Trakl
Read 1470 times on Poetry Connection.

Dreamless sleep - the dusky Eagles
nightlong rush about my head,
man's golden image drowned
in timeless icy tides. On jagged reefs
his purpling body. Dark
echoes sound above the seas.

Stormy sadness' sister, see
our lonely skiff sunk down
by starry... (Read full poem)

I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.

I'll never forget.  He went out, reeling;
his mouth was twisted, desolate. . .
I... (Read full poem)

23. To a Republican Friend - written by Matthew Arnold
Read 698 times on Poetry Connection.

God knows it, I am with you. If to prize
Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few,
But priz'd, but lov'd, but eminent in you,
Man's fundamental life: if to despise
The barren optimistic sophistries
Of comfortable moles, whom what... (Read full poem)

So many stones have been thrown at me,
That I'm not frightened of them anymore,
And the pit has become a solid tower,
Tall among tall towers.
I thank the builders,
May care and sadness pass them by.
From here I'll see the sunrise earlier,
Here the... (Read full poem)

25. Prelude - written by Robert William Service
From Rhymes of a Rolling Stone. Read 536 times on Poetry Connection.

I sing no idle songs of dalliance days,
No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming;
I have no Celia to enchant my lays,
No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming.
I am no wordsmith dripping gems divine
Into the golden chalice of a sonnet;
If love songs... (Read full poem)