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A Set of Poems
A Set of Poems
Shoak Al-Husami
A Collection of Poems
When You Are Old
Sonnet 31
W.Y. Yeats
Sonnet 75
Edmund Spenser
Fresh spring the herald of loves mighty king,
In whose cote armour richly are displayed
All sorts of lovers the wich on earth do spring
In goodly colours gloriously arrayd:
Go to my love, where she is careless layd,
Yet in here winter bowre not well awake:
Tell her the joyous time will not be staid
Unless she she doe him by the forelock take.
Bid her therefore her self soon ready make,
To wayt on love among his lovely crew:
Where every one that misseth then her make,
Shall be by him amearst with penance dew.
Make haste therefore sweet love, whilest it is
prime,
For non can call againe the pass time.
Shoak Al-Husami
Song: To Celia
Ben Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a iss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drin divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that there,
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
Ans sent'st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
Shoak Al-Husami
Sonnet 18
Sonnet 71
William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temporate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor less possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Edmund Waller
Robert Burns
Shoak Al-Husami
John Donne
The Good Morrow
I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved? Were we not wearned till then,
But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den?
'Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.
And now good morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear;
For love all love of other sighyts controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown;
Let us possess one world; each hath one, and is one.
My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the face rest;
Where can we find two better hemispheres,
Without sharp North, without declining West?
Whatever dies was not mixed equallly;
If out two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none do slacen, none can die.
Shoak Al-Husami
William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She semm'd a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no forces;
She neither hears nor sees;
Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, ans stones, an trees.
The Pulley
George Herbert
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blesings standing by
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can;
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
Contract into a span.
So strength first made a way;
The beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour,
pleasure;
When almost all was out, God made a stay,
Perceiving that alone of all his treasure,
Rest in the bottom lay.
"For if I should, "said He,
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore my gifts instead of me,
And rest in Nature, not the God of Nature;
So both should losers be.
Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness;
Let him be rich and weary, that at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to my breast."
Shoak Al-Husami
The Eagle
Tenysson
Thomas Campion
Johm Milton
Methought I saw my late espoused Saint.
Brought to me like Alcestus from the grave,
Who Jove's great son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint.
Purification in the old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined.
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O, as to embrace me she inclined,
I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.
Shoak Al-Husami
England's Dead