All Poems
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The Mother
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
I am the pillars of the house; The keystone of the arch am I.Take me away, and roof and wall Would fall to ruin utterly.
The Choice
© Hinkson Katharine Tynan
When skies are blue and days are brightA kitchen-garden's my delight,Set round with rows of decent boxAnd blowsy girls of hollyhocks.
Oh, Give Me a Home Where the Buffalo Roam
© Higley Brewster
Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,Where the deer and the antelope play,Where seldom is heard a discouraging wordAnd the sky is not clouded all day.
Tick! Tick! Tick!
© Herschel John Frederick William
(occasioned by an "irregular ode to an old Clock", by Lady ---)
On Burning a Parcel of Old MSS.
© Herschel John Frederick William
Wrecks of forgotten thought, or disapproved, Farewell! and as your smouldering flames ascend, Read me a parting lesson
The Time of Youth is to be Spent
© Henry VIII, King of England
The time of youth is to be spentBut vice in it should be forfent.
Though that Men do Call it Dotage
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though that men do call it dotage,Who loveth not wanteth courage;
Though some Saith that Youth Ruleth me
© Henry VIII, King of England
Though some saith that youth ruleth me, I trust in age to tarry.God and my right and my duty, From them I shall never vary, Though some say that youth ruleth me.
Passtime with good company
© Henry VIII, King of England
Pastime with good companyI love and shall unto I die
Lusty Youth should us ensue
© Henry VIII, King of England
Lusty Youth should us ensue,His merry heart shall sure all rue.For whatsoever they do him tell,It is not for him, we know it well.
If Love now Reigned as it hath been
© Henry VIII, King of England
If love now reigned as it hath beenAnd were rewarded as it hath sin,
Green Groweth the Holly
© Henry VIII, King of England
Green groweth the holly,So doth the ivy.Though winter blasts blow never so high,Green groweth the holly.
Kingdomes are but Cares (attributed)
© Henry VI
Kingdomes are but cares;State ys devoyd of staie;Ryches are redy snares,And hastene to decaie.
I. M. R.T. Hamilton Bruce (1846-1899) [Invictus]
© William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Double Ballade of the Nothingness of Things
© William Ernest Henley
The big teetotum twirlsAnd epochs wax and waneAs chance subsides or swirls;But of the loss and gainThe sum is always plain
Tobacco is a Dirty Weed
© Hemminger Graham Lee
Tobacco is a dirty weed,I like it.It satisfies no normal need,I like it.It makes you thin, it makes you lean,It takes the hair right off your bean.It's the worst darn stuff I've ever seen.I like it.
The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers
© Ernest Hemingway
In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain
The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
"Look now abroad--another race has fill'dThose populous borders--wide the wood recedes,And town shoots up, and fertile realms are till'd;The land is full of harvests and green meads."--BRYANT
