Bear Poems

Bear Poems

Pelleas and Ettarre, by Alfred Tennyson

King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap
L...

Sir Galahad, by Alfred Tennyson

My good blade carves the casques of men,
My t...

To the Queen, by Alfred Tennyson

O loyal to the royal in thyself,
And loyal to...

The Two Voices, by Alfred Tennyson

A still small voice spake unto me,
"Thou art ...

Ode III, by Hafez

From the Divan Wind from the east, oh Lapwing...

Ode XVIII, by Hafez

From the Divan Slaves of thy shining eyes are ...

Ode XXI, by Hafez

From the Divan Not all the sum of earthly happ...

Excursion, by D. H. Lawrence

I WONDER, can the night go by;
Can this shot...

Lilies in the Fire, by D. H. Lawrence

I Ah, you stack of white lilies, all white a...

Meditations in a Cemetery, by Maxwell Bodenheim

DEATH,
Grandiosely hackneyed subject,
I liv...

Smiles, by Maxwell Bodenheim

Smiles are the words beyond the words
That tho...

Angels in the Early Morning, by Emily Dickinson

Angels in the early morning
May be seen the de...

I Bring an Unaccustomed Wine, by Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parc...

Indian Summer, by Emily Dickinson

These are the days when birds come back,
A ve...

Our Share of Night to Bear, by Emily Dickinson

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morn...

The Wind, by Emily Dickinson

Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's ...

An Autumn View, by Du Fu

Across our view no bounds clear Autumn throws.
...

The Chariots Go Forth to War, by Du Fu

Chariots rumble and roll: horses whinny and nei...

The River's Brim, by Du Fu

One day of Spring went stealing to Chang-an Riv...

How They Brought the Good News from Ghent to Aix, by Robert Browning

I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he;
...

The Laboratory, by Robert Browning

ANCIEN RÉ GIME Now that I, tying thy g...

Pheidippides, by Robert Browning

Χ α ί ρ ε τ &eps...

Prospice, by Robert Browning

Fear death? To feel the fog in my throat,
Th...

The Garden God's Address, by Catullus

This farm, young passengers, these marshy mea...

Nuptial Song, by Catullus

YOUTHS. Lo! Hesperus is here, ye youths, ari...