All Poems
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When I was Young and Fair
© Elizabeth I
When I was fair and young, and favor graced me,Of many was I sought their mistress for to be
On Monsieur's Departure
© Elizabeth I
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,I do, yet dare not say I ever meant,I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate
In Defiance of Fortune
© Elizabeth I
Never think you fortune can bear the swayWhere virtue's force can cause her to obey.
The Doubt of Future Foes
© Elizabeth I
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy;For falsehood now doth flow, and subjects' faith doth ebb,Which should not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web
Ah, Silly Pug, wert thou so Sore Afraid
© Elizabeth I
Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed
Sweet Evenings Come and Go, Love
© George Eliot
"La noche buena se viene,La noche buena se va,Y nosotros nos iremosY no volveremos mas." -- Old Villancico.
"O May I Join the Choir Invisible"
© George Eliot
Longum illud tempus, quum non ero, magis me movet, quam hoc exigium.
The Times They Are A-Changin'
© Bob Dylan
Come gather 'round peopleWherever you roamAnd admit that the watersAround you have grownAnd accept it that soonYou'll be drenched to the bone
My Mind to me a Kingdom Is
© Sir Edward Dyer
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I findThat it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd.Though much I want that most would have,Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
Should've
© Dutton Paul
You should've loved me, I guess;should've guessed I would have you'n' love'd've been whatwould've, should've been'n' I'd've loved youif you'd've loved me, I guessif I'd been lovingyou'd've had meloving you,only youloving having me'n' 'd've beenlove'n' 'd've hadyou'n' 'd'veyou 'n' me'n' bein' in love'n' I'd have you, love,'n' you'd have me'n' love'd have us'n' we'd have love'n' you'n' I'n' love'n' I should've loved you, I guess;should've guessedyou would have me
The Young Captive
© Toru Dutt
The budding shoot ripens unharmed by the scythe,Without fear of the press, on vine branches lithe, Through spring-tide the green clusters bloom
The Sleep of the Condor
© Toru Dutt
Beyond the steep ramparts of the high Cordilliferes,Beyond the dun fogs where the black eagle's eyrie's,Higher, far higher than the bold craters, like funnels,Whence springs out the lava from its deep boiling tunnels,With wings that hang down, jagged, red in some places,The condor looks silent o'er limitless spaces
A Sea of Foliage Girds our Garden round
© Toru Dutt
A sea of foliage girds our garden round, But not a sea of dull unvaried green, Sharp contrasts of all colors here are seen;The light-green graceful tamarinds aboundAmid the mango clumps of green profound, And palms arise, like pillars gray, between; And o'er the quiet pools the seemuls lean,Red-red, and startling like a trumpet's sound
