Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

(1834-1894 / England)

Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel Poems

1. Dark Spring 4/22/2010
2. De Profundis 4/22/2010
3. Dead 4/22/2010
4. Dying 4/22/2010
5. Early April 4/22/2010
6. Early Love 4/22/2010
7. Early Primrose 4/22/2010
8. Earth-Afflicted Children Singing In Heaven [from 'A Modern Faust'] 4/22/2010
9. From 'The Red Flag' 4/22/2010
10. From 'The Water-Nymph And The Boy' 4/22/2010
11. Ganymede 4/22/2010
12. Gordon 4/22/2010
13. In London 4/22/2010
14. In The Corsican Highlands 4/22/2010
15. Jubilee, And The Good Emperor 4/22/2010
16. Lament 4/22/2010
17. Lead Me Where The Lily Blows 4/22/2010
18. London 4/22/2010
19. Lost Angel 4/22/2010
20. Lost Lamb 4/22/2010
21. Love Hiding 4/22/2010
22. Love-To A 4/22/2010
23. Mad Mother 4/22/2010
24. Magic-Lantern 4/22/2010
25. Missionary And Savage 4/22/2010
26. Mosi-Oa-Tunya 4/22/2010
27. My Little Ones 4/22/2010
28. Nocturne 4/22/2010
29. Nocturne 4/22/2010
30. O Years! 4/22/2010
31. The Old 1/4/2003
32. The Water-Nymph And The Boy 1/4/2003
33. A Casual Song 4/22/2010
34. A Song At A Waterfall 4/22/2010
35. A Song Of Nereids 4/22/2010
36. A Southern Spring Carol 4/22/2010
37. A Swan 4/22/2010
38. A Vision Of The Desert 4/22/2010
39. Alpine Hunter's Song 4/22/2010
40. Aspirations 4/22/2010

Comments about Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (10/18/2014 12:02:00 AM)

    I have great respect for the great poet.

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Best Poem of Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

The Explorer In Africa

Yet mine are higher, holier purposes;
For I will cleave this darkling continent,
As with a sword of intellectual light;
Lead these lost children to a living Father,
And tell them of a Brother who has died.
Yea, if my nature's weakness have rebell'd
Against what seems the world's indifference;
Men treading their unarduous wonted round
Of common care, oblivious of mine,
Who battle alone, afar from all; who waste,
Ignobly sinking here in sight of goal,
For bitter need of help I hoped from men,
At leisure in their calm abounding homes;
Bales for exchange or ...

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A Casual Song

She sang of lovers met to play
'Under the may bloom, under the may,'
But when I sought her face so fair,
I found the set face of Despair.

She sang of woodland leaves in spring,
And joy of young love dallying;
But her young eyes were all one moan,
And Death weighed on her heart like stone.

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