All Poems
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Cardinal Wolsey to his Dog
© Galt John
Sole remnant of a faithful train,Why lingerest thou when all are gone?Yet would I bribe thee to remainWith all the means I have,--this bone.
Fairies
© Fyleman Rose
There are fairies at the bottom of our garden! It's not so very, very far away;You pass the gardener's shed and you just keep straight ahead; I do so hope they've really come to stay
Sistrum
© Fuller Margaret
Triune, shaping, restless power,Life-flow from life's natal hour,No music chords are in thy sound;By some thou'rt but a rattle found;Yet, without thy ceaseless motion,To ice would turn their dead devotion
Flaxman
© Fuller Margaret
We deemed the secret lost, the spirit gone, Which spake in Greek simplicity of thought, And in the forms of gods and heroes wroughtEternal beauty from the sculptured stone,-A higher charm than modern culture won With all the wealth of metaphysic lore, Gifted to analyze, dissect, explore
To Sir Toby,
© Philip Morin Freneau
." The motions of his spirit are black as night, ." And his affections dark as Erebus.." SHAKESPEARE.
To Mr. Blanchard, the Celebrated Aeronaut
© Philip Morin Freneau
Nil Mortalibus ard unum lestCoelum ipsum petimus stuttistra. HORACE.
‘Ach, I Dunno!’
© William Percy French
I'm simply surrounded by lovers, Since Da made his fortune in land;They're comin' in crowds like the plovers To ax for me hand
Abdul Abulbul Ameer
© William Percy French
The sons of the Prophet are brave men and boldAnd quite unaccustomed to fearBut the bravest by far in the ranks of the ShahWas Abdul Abulbul Ameer
XII Mon. February [1746] hath xxviii days.
© Benjamin Franklin
Man's rich with little, were his Judgment true,Nature is frugal, and her Wants are few;Those few Wants answer'd, bring sincere Delights,But Fools create themselves new Appetites
XI Mon. January [1736] hath xxxi days.
© Benjamin Franklin
Some have learnt many Tricks of sly Evasion,Instead of Truth they use Equivocation,And eke it out with mental Reservation,Which to good Men is an Abomination
X Mon. December [1744] hath xxxi days.
© Benjamin Franklin
This World's an Inn, all Travellers are we;And this World's Goods th'Accommodations be
VI Mon. August [1742] hath xxxi days.
© Benjamin Franklin
The Busy-Man's Picture BUSINESS, thou Plague and Pleasure of my Life,Thou charming Mistress, thou vexatious Wife;Thou Enemy, thou Friend, to Joy, to Grief,Thou bring'st me all, and bring'st me no Relief,Thou bitter, sweet, thou pleasing, teazing Thing,Thou Bee, that with thy Honey wears a Sting;Some Respite, prithee do, yet do not give,I cannot with thee, nor without thee live
V Mon. July [1747] hath xxxi days.
© Benjamin Franklin
Men drop so fast, ere Life's mid Stage we tread,Few know so many Friends alive as dead;Yet, as immortal, in our uphill Chace,We press coy Fortune with unslacken'd Pace;Our ardent Labours for the Toy we seek,Join Night to Day, and Sunday to the Week,Our very Joys are anxious, and expireBetween Satiety and fierce Desire
MAY. [1748] III Month.
© Benjamin Franklin
Read much; the Mind, which never can be still,If not intent on Good, is prone to Ill
III Mon. May [1734] hath xxxi days.
© Benjamin Franklin
Wedlock, as old Men note, hath likened been,Unto a publick Crowd or common Rout;Where those that are without would fain get in,And those that are within would fain get out
DECEMBER. [1757] XII Month.
© Benjamin Franklin
Would you be well receiv'd where'er you go,Remember each Man vanquish'd is a Foe:Resist not therefore to your utmost Might,But let the Weakest think he's sometimes right;He, for each Triumph you shall thus decline,Shall give ten Opportunities to shine;He sees, since once you own'd him to excel,That 'tis his Interest you should reason well
The Movies
© Frank Florence Kiper
She knows a cheap release From worry and from pain --The cowboys spur their horses Over the unending plain.
