Hunting Horns by Guillame Apollinaire: 

Our past is as noble and as tragic
As the mask of a tyrant
No tale of danger or of magic
Nothing so insignificant
Describes the pathos of our love

And Thomas de Quincy drinking his
Sweet and chaste and poisoned glass
Dreaming went to see his Ann
Let us since all passes pass
I shall look back only too often

Memories are hunting horns
Whose sound dies along the wind

Here is a poem by Par Lagerkvist that I felt like sharing. The nobel prize laureate in 1951, Lagerkvist wrote some of the most tender, humble and penetrating poetry that I have had the good fortune to read. Here is a short poem from his poetry collection "Aftonland". I hope that my translation does justice to the original.

You Milky Way over the soul's loneliness,
you eternal longing.
Burn, burn long after me,
long after that I will not be,
I that never got to climb your bridge.
Burn for the people that will come wandering some time through spaces,
who will wander safely over the abyss on a bridge of stars.

Mainly, Elizabethan poetry was dominated by the spirit of romance and of the spirit of dramatic action. In style it often exhibits romantic luxuriance, which sometimes takes the form of elaborate affectations of which the favorite 'conceit' is only the most apparent.

Elizabethan poetry was in part a period of experimentation, when the proper material and limits of literary forms were being determined, oftentimes by means of false starts and grandiose failures. In particular, many efforts were made to give prolonged poetical treatment to many subjects essentially prosaic, for example to systems of theological or scientific thought, or to the geography of all England.

"Dover Beach" is one of the representative poem of Arnold. He tries to show the lack of faith and certitude in a world which is materially expanding wide. It begins with an objective description of the ebb and flow of the wave in the sea. He recalls Sophocles who used to hear same kind of song tuned into human misery. He comes to the present and says that human misery due to lack of faith has not decreased but increased many-fold.

"To The Moon" is very short and interesting poem. It is a one sentenced poem that describes the moon in detail. The moon is the symbol of mother Goddess and it is believed that she imparts the peace and prosperity to the people of the world. But the poet evaluates the moon from different angles. He finds the moon joyless that does not find anything constant on the earth. The moon has her own course and she is always in motion. She is alone in the sky amongst the stars which are not the moons. The moon is changing like the joyless eyes that finds no constant object. Everything in this universe is inconstant and is separate entity. Everyone, though among friends, is alone and wandering here and there and of course is in quest of constancy.

During the penitential prayers, the Rabbi, a religious mentor, disappears from the public sight. All the Jews guess that he might have gone up in the heaven. When he is noticed with the other gurus during the holy prayers, he seems very busy with the arrangements for good care and food for all those attending prayers.

Once, during the holy prayers, one of the Litvaks laughs away the existing opinions on the cause of the Rabbi missing away in public and declares that the Rabbi is not be able to ascend the heaven before his death.