Note: I posted this one about this time last year, but it is so fitting for the month that I think I'll make it an annual thing. Mellow-faced, with eyes of faery, wistful clad in tinted leaves,See the brown October tarry by the golden rows of sheaves;Oak & acorn in his garland, fruit & wineskin … Continue reading Poem – “October” (Repost)
Poetry
Poem – “The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon”
There is an inn, a merry old inn beneath an old grey hill,And there they brew a beer so brownThat the Man in the Moon himself came down one night to drink his fill. The ostler has a tipsy cat that plays a five-stringed fiddle;And up and down he saws his bowNow squeaking high, now … Continue reading Poem – “The Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon”
Poem – “Epigram for Wall Street”
I'll tell you a plan for gaining wealth,Better than banking, trade or leases —Take a bank note and fold it up,And then you will find your money in creases!This wonderful plan, without danger or loss,Keeps your cash in your hands, where nothing can trouble it;And every time that you fold it across,'Tis as plain as … Continue reading Poem – “Epigram for Wall Street”
Poem – “The Beleaguered City”
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague,That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau's rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead,There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen,And, with a sorrowful, deep … Continue reading Poem – “The Beleaguered City”
Poem – “London: A Poem in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal”
———Quis ineptæTam patiens Urbis, tam ferreus ut teneat se?Juv. Tho’ Grief and Fondness in my Breast rebel,When injur’d Thales bids the Town farewell,Yet still my calmer Thoughts his Choice commend,I praise the Hermit, but regret the Friend,Resolved at length, from Vice and London far,To breathe in distant Fields a purer Air,And, fix’d on Cambria’s solitary … Continue reading Poem – “London: A Poem in Imitation of the Third Satire of Juvenal”
Poem: “St. Philip Neri in His Mission”
In the far North our lot is cast, Where faithful hearts are few;Still are we Philip's children dear, And Peter's soldiers true. Founder and Sire! to mighty Rome, Beneath St. Peter's shade,Early thy vow of loyal love And ministry was paid. The solemn porch, and portal high, Of Peter was thy home;The world's Apostle he, … Continue reading Poem: “St. Philip Neri in His Mission”
Poem – “Outsong of the Jungle”
BALOOFor the sake of him who showedOne wise Frog the Jungle-Road,Keep the Law the Man-Pack makeFor thy blind old Baloo's sake!Clean or tainted, hot or stale,Hold it as it were the Trail,Through the day and through the night,Questing neither left nor right.For the sake of him who lovesThee beyond all else that moves,When thy Pack … Continue reading Poem – “Outsong of the Jungle”
Poem – From “An Essay on Man: Epistle 1”
Say first, of God above, or man below,What can we reason but from what we know?Of man what see we, but his station here,From which to reason, or to which refer?Thro' worlds unnumber'd, tho' the God be known,'Tis ours to trace him only in our own.He, who thro' vast immensity can pierce,See worlds on worlds … Continue reading Poem – From “An Essay on Man: Epistle 1”
Poem – “Background”
I never can be tied to raw, new things,For I first saw the light in an old town,Where from my window huddled roofs sloped downTo a quaint harbour rich with visionings.Streets with carved doorways where the sunset beamsFlooded old fanlights and small window-panes,And Georgian steeples topped with gilded vanes—These were the sights that shaped my … Continue reading Poem – “Background”
Poem – Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2
Richard: Of comfort no man speak:Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth.Let's choose executors and talk of wills;And yet not so—for what can we bequeathSave our deposed bodies to the ground?Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's. And nothing … Continue reading Poem – Richard II, Act 3, Scene 2
Serpent's Den 